Janitorial supplies clattered in the closet from Rarity's movements. Waking up from her nap (and not from the sudden return to her birth gender this time) Rarity felt her way around the dark closet until her hand touched the doorknob.

She turned the knob and cracked the door open, scanning the hallways to the left and right. After what happened with Patient 72 and the medicine which turned her into a male, Rarity wanted to avoid Id's influence, for awhile anyway. Rarity knew she'd have to go back to Id at some point, as she was her only link to Discord.

Rarity edged out of the door, thinking Id would pull a horror movie and appear behind her even though Rarity made a thorough search of the hallways beforehand. Id would put her hand on Rarity's shoulders to startle her and freak out wearing a Slasher movie villain mask, Rarity would bet.

At least getting out of the closet and past the hall without bumping into her perverted doppelganger, Rarity thought about the idea of sneaking around and maybe finding a way to escape. A secret passage, perhaps, or a secret exit Discord put in as part of a hidden win condition. Rarity knew the way Discord thought, the game would be no fun if there wasn't a chance of the other side winning, right?

Rarity continued sneaking down the hallways, careful to listen for a sound. Any step, any movement which might end up dragging her somewhere she didn't want to go.

Reaching yet another hallway, (how many of these hallways were in a single hospital, anyway?) Rarity continued along.

“I wonder if I could find a map around here ...” Rarity said. While she had already tried and failed the primary entrance, at least having an idea of the hospital's layout would be nice so she could know where she was relative to everywhere else.

Especially knowing where to find the bathrooms.

Getting this far without being spotted, Rarity relaxed a little and walked through the hall instead of sneaking. She pondered her odds of finding another visitor who could help her. She'd been to a waiting area. She knew there were other people in this hospital besides male patients and her brainwashed friends.

Her friends! Shouldn't she be trying to help them escape, too?

Rarity stopped and rubbed her chin in thought. On one hand, it was selfish of her to escape without offering to lend a hand. On the other, if she tried, depending on how far into a trance they were in, it could backfire.

Rarity heard giggling come from of the doors around her. She considered investigating it, but thought better of it. More than likely was there would be someone in there more than willing to show Rarity a “good time.” Perhaps another male patient or Applejack again.

Rarity put one foot forward and the giggling occurred again. This time, she recognized it as Pinkie Pie's giggling. She grimaced, thinking of going ahead and passing the door by. But she also considered perhaps Pinkie was being … tortured with tickles or something.

Knowing the high probability she was going to be drinking something before she left the room, Rarity went in anyway to check on her friend.

“Hello?” Rarity asked. “Is everything all right in here, darlings?”

This room was a sterile white, unlike the other blues ones. More giggling came from the yellow bedsheet before whoever was under realized someone was asking a question.

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash both popped out from the sheet, holding the blanket up to cover their chests.

“Oh!” Pinkie giggled. “Hi, Rarity.”

“Hey.”

“Yes, hi.” Rarity waved at them. “Are you two okay?”

“We're fine.” Rainbow Dash said. She turned to Pinkie. “Isn't that right, Pinkie Pie?”

“Oh, yes! We're having the best time under here.” Pinkie said with a smile.

“Okay. If you say so, darlings.”

Rainbow Dash rubbed her chin. “Hmm.”

“What is it, darling?”

“Nothing.” Dash said. “It's just … well, I think it's safe to say Discord's been making all of our friends play this perverted game, right, Pinkie Pie? And we all had changes in the game, so I'm … I don't know, I mean ...”

“She's wondering why your boobs are ridiculously big like ours are under this sheet!” Pinkie interrupted, ignoring Rainbow Dash's efforts to be subtle.

Dash rubbed the back of her head. “Yeah, that.”

“Oh,well, they were.” Rarity said. “But I appear to have to hit the master reset button, as it were. You should have seen me before. It was quite the sight.”

“Yeah, I'll bet.” Rainbow Dash said.

Rarity cleared her throat. “Well, if you two won't be needing anything, I'll let you get back to … whatever you were doing.” She begun to close the door, but …

“Rarity, wait.” Pinkie said. She dropped the blanket, exposing her and Rainbow Dash's engorged chests. “Don't you want to drink some milk with us?”

“Pinkie!” Dash blushed and yanked the blanket back up to cover herself.

“No, no, I'm … quite fine, darling.” Rarity said. “Quite fine.” She added, thinking of when she sampled Applejack's milk.

“Aww, come on!” Pinkie gestured for Rarity to approach. “It'll be fun.”

“No, thank you for offering.”

“That's it.” Rainbow Dash crawled out of the bed. “I'm not letting you go without at least a taste.”

“Rainbow Dash, that's really unnecessary, darling-”

While Rarity mumbled excuses, too nervous to think of the simple solution and slamming the door, Rainbow Dash walked up to her, breasts in full swing. Rainbow Dash grabbed one breast, aimed it at Rarity, and squeezed it, launching a spray of milk over Rarity's face. The milk seeped through Rarity's lips and got onto her tongue.

“Mmm.” Rarity moaned as she tried to wipe the milk off, hoping that would be enough to remove its effects. But it was too late; it had gotten onto her tongue already.

“Now will you join Rainbow Dash and I in slurping up some of the super-tasty, mega-sweet, fruity-tootie milk?” Pinkie asked.

“Mmm.” Rarity's eyelids dropped. She gulped the milk and nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”

“Great!” Pinkie patted the bed. “Then come sit down with us. There's room enough for three!”

Rarity and Rainbow Dash crawled onto the bed. Rarity took a seat where she could switch from one girl to the other without any difficulty.

“Come on, come on, lean in … that's it.” Pinkie directed Rarity to nurse from her first. “Drink up.”

Eyes half-shut, Rarity leaned forward and put a light grip on Pinkie's breast. She inhaled, teasing the milk out where it cascaded down her tongue.

Pinkie wrapped arms around Rarity in a hug, pulling Rarity forward and encouraging Rarity to suckle. Rarity complied, giving Pinkie an increase in suction.

“Oooh, yes.” Pinkie moaned. “That feels good, Rarity.”

“Hey.” Rainbow Dash said. “Are you gonna leave me out in the cold? I want a turn.”

Rarity acknowledged Dash and removed herself from Pinkie. Shifting on the bed, Rarity nursed Rainbow Dash's breasts for a time, dragging her tongue across Dash's tip.

Dash exhaled. “Aah … yes, it does feel good.”

Pinkie giggled. “Doesn't it? But you and I already knew that. Right, Dash?”

“Uh-huh.” Rainbow Dash glanced down at Rarity. “It's too bad Rarity can't know what this feels like from this end.”

“Un-huh. Just too bad. Wait. Maybe she can.” Pinkie wiggled an eyebrow.

While Rarity still nursed her, Dash looked at Pinkie. “What do you mean?”

“Do you remember how we start lactating?” Pinkie said. “It started right after -”

“You're right.” Dash said. Wrapping an arm around Rarity's shoulder, Dash spoke. “Rarity, we're gonna make you switch again. We want to get a lot of milk in you so you can experience this from yourself, okay?”

Rarity moved away from Dash's breast, milk seeping down her lips. “Okay.” Rarity rotated around and grabbed onto Pinkie's chest, slurping out its milk. Rarity was moaning when the milk tasted funny.

“What?” Rarity stopped to see what was going on. The droplets of milk dripping out from Pinkie's breasts, sliding down her chest … they were turning from white to pinkish white, to pink.

Pinkie giggled. “Oh yeah! I guess we forgot to mention we get experimented on, so now we leak different flavors. It takes awhile for it to active, but after those few drops, the syrups kick in. I make strawberry milk while Rainbow Dash does chocolate.”

“Hello.” Dash waved, gesturing to her milk which was turning chocolate brown.

While Rarity was distracted by observing Dash's milk turn chocolate, Pinkie got naughty and squeezed her boob at Rarity, spraying Rarity's lips with strawberry milk.

“Pinkie Pie!” Rainbow Dash snapped. “That was rude! She clearly wasn't ready. If you wanted her to start on you again, you should have just said so.”

“Sorry.” Pinkie covered her smile with her hand. “I got excited.”

“It's okay.” Rarity alternated between wiping the milk off with her hand or slurping it up with her tongue. “It's quite good, actually … wait.” Rarity brushed her fingers along her lips. “Why do my lips feel funny?” The answer became obvious as Rarity's lips turned a bright, enticing shade of pink and grew in size, becoming luscious once more. “What?”

“Oh yeah.” Pinkie said. “Did I mention the part where we experimented on? Well, we may not understand all of the potential side-effects yet.”

“You made my lips grow, without warning me.” Rarity said. “I'm not sure I want to keep doing this.”

“No! I mean, please don't stop now.” Rainbow Dash said. “I'm … sure it'll be fine. This didn't happen until it got on your lips, right? So all we have to do is make sure the milk goes past your lips and not on them.”

Rarity eyed with Rainbow Dash with dubious uncertainty, but she agreed for now. “All right … but any more lip growth and I'm leaving.”

“Fair enough.” Dash said. “But those lips do look good on you.” Rainbow Dash took a finger and swiped it along Rarity's lips. “They're so soft … I would love to know what it feels like to have my boobs sucked by them.”

Boobs … sucked. Boobs … sucked. The words repeated in Rarity's mind, making her flashback to some of the words Id had told her and the conditioning Id had done.

“I ...” Rarity stuttered, struggling to think. “I-I'm a good bimbo … I'm a good sucker. I-I'll be a good boobsucker ...”

“Are you sure that wouldn't be “boobs-sucker?” Pinkie asked.

“Pinkie.” Dash said. “We have more important things than debating sexual semantics. C'mere, Rarity.” Rarity complied, lowering herself towards Dash and latching onto Dash's breast. “There you go … how's the milk tasted?”

“Chocolate-y.” Rarity said, muffled.

“Hey, don't leave me out of the party.” Pinkie said. Moving to the side, she brushed up against Rainbow Dash, rubbing her boob against Rainbow's. Wiggling into place, Pinkie shoved Rainbow's breast to the side and inserted her own into Rarity's mouth, feeding her with both flavors of milk at once.

“Ha-ha!” Pinkie said. “How's the milk taste now?”

“Shw'eet.” Rarity said as her mouth was overwhelmed with the strawberry-chocolate milk mix. It was incredibly sweet and full of flavor, creating a much more invigorating experiencing than suckling the regular breast milk they'd started out on.

Rarity sucked and sucked, letting the twin rivers pass through her teeth. It was hard to resist the rich, creamy milk. She wanted to drink it until her stomach swelled up, at which point her stomach couldn't take her anymore and would make her throw up ...

Actually, let's skip that last part. Yeah, let's not do that. Not doing that would be a good idea.

“Oh, look at you.” Pinkie cooed with a naughty grin. “Aren't you just the bestest best boob-sucking bimbo the world has ever seen?”

Rarity blinked and shook her head. Would Pinkie really say something like that to her? She stopped suckling both of them for a sec and pulled up her head. “Pinkie Pie? Did you say something, darling?”

“No.” Pinkie said, her smile more of a content one than a naughty grin. “Unless you're talking about when I laughed and I said “how's the milk taste now?” and you said -”

“Fine.” Rarity held her hand out for Pinkie to stop talking. It was evident what Pinkie had said was a hallucination of some kind.

Ooh, this hospital is messing with my head. Rarity thought. Come to think of it, given it was Discord's creation, Rarity would expect the hospital to be constantly reassembling itself, a jigsaw puzzle in the air to go with Discord's chaotic nature.

Returning to the task at hand, Rarity resumed nursing the two of them, moaning contentedly at the stream flowing down her throat. She closed her eyes and relaxed, content to lay where she was and let the milk come to her.

“Isn't this nice, Rarity?” Rainbow Dash, wrapping an arm around Rarity in something resembling a headlock. “The three of us, here, you enjoying our breast milk the same way someone told me it's meant to be enjoyed; straight from the boob.”

Rarity, in her dazed state, popped off to agree and laugh. “Ha, yes! Straight from the boob, ha-ha! I love boobs ...”

"Whooooo doesn't?” Pinkie asked. “Especially when they're all nice and big and bouncy and full of milk ...”

Rarity was about to sink back down and continue suckling when a gurgle in her own breasts made her pause. “Oh … now what?” Rarity looked down to see her breasts spasming.

“Oooh!” Pinkie wrapped an arm around Rainbow Dash, patting her. “Rainbow Dash, it's happening!”

“What's happening?” Rarity asked. She wrapped her arms around her chest while it bumped and bumped, fattening and increasing in size.

Wait a minute … Rarity thought. I know this feeling … from before, with Applejack …

Rarity arched up her back and moaned, letting her breasts jut out. Reaching her hands onto her back, she moaned and moaned until the expulsion occurred. Huge splashes of chocolate and strawberry milk escaped from her breasts, getting all over Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie. Their breasts and bellies were painted a brown-pink swirl color while Rarity adjusted to the weight of milk.

Pinkie ran her hand through the milk she was covered in. “Ooh, that was fun! Let's do it again.”

“I'm … not so sure about that, darling.” Rarity said, cupping her breasts. One was leaking strawberry while the other was leaking chocolate. “But rest assured, I am more than willing to share ...”

“I think we'll take you up on that offer.” Rainbow Dash flashed a grin. She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards Rarity, who eagerly awaited her arrival with a seductive smile.

“It's here for you, darlings.” Rarity said. “All you have to do is reach over and take it – OOH!” Rarity moaned, an up-swell happening in the side of her breast. “Darlings, what's going on?”

“Uh, let's see.” Pinkie said. “You got your lips grown and were drinking our milk for awhile, and now you're making milk and screaming uncontrollably. Does that help?”

“No, Pinkie Pie, it does not – OOOH!” Rarity twisted and turned, the feeling unfamiliar to her. She flopped onto the bed, still writhing.

“Do- do you think we should call a nurse?” Rainbow Dash asked, getting more concerned.

“Uh, maybe.” Rarity winced, continuing to clutch at the painful spot. “Give it a minute or two. Maybe it'll paaaaass – OOOOH!” Rarity's eyes widened and she howled.

“That does it, I'm getting help!” Rainbow Dash prepared to bolt out of the bed, but Pinkie Pie grabbed her by the arm.

“Rainbow Dash, wait. Look.” Pinkie pointed at Rarity. Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, but she saw back down and watched.

They observed the spot where Rarity was clutching herself. It was … increasing in size. A lump was forming on Rarity's body, growing inch by inch, spreading in diameter.

Rainbow Dash developed an idea of what it was. “Is that a …?”

Rainbow Dash got her answer the lump finished forming and let out a spray of plain-white vanilla milk.

Rarity had grown a third breast.

“What in the world!?” Rarity screamed, sitting upright and examining her new … development.

Pinkie laughed nervous, trying to break the awkward, stunned silence which filled the room. “Like I said, side-effects!”

“I ...” Rarity stammered, cupping the new breast. “I have a third breast.”

“Look on the bright side!” Pinkie said. “You're leaking three flavors of milk at once! That's pretty amazing. Even Rainbow Dash and I can't do that, and we're the ones that got experimented on!”

“Pinkie.” Dash growled. Pinkie's efforts are putting a positive spin on the situation were falling flat.

“I have a third breast!” Rarity said, as if the full implication only just now hit here. “This is-this is horrible, this is disgusting!” Rarity was on the brink of tears.

“Hey, lots of ancient cultures depicted their gods as being three-breasted!” Pinkie said.

Rarity wiped away a tear and sniffed. “R-really?”

“Yeah! It's meant to symbolize their fertility. Or something.” Pinkie said. “I dunno, it's been awhile since high school. But Rarity!” Pinkie held her arms out. “Look at you!”

Rarity sniffed, looking at her tri-cleavage. “I have looked at me. I'm … ugly and deformed.”

“You're not ugly. And you're not deformed.” Pinkie took Rarity's hands. “You're beautiful.”

“Y-you think so?”

“Of course I do. No, you know what? Forget that, I think you look sexy.”

“You do?”

“Yup! Sexy and gorgeous.” Pinkie said with a smile.

Rarity wiped a few more tears and sniffed. “T-thank you, Pinkie Pie. That was very sweet.”

“That's what I'm here for! Besides, we all know what Discord's done to this hospital and the crazy things that it can do to our bodies. Is getting a third breast really the worst thing that's happened to you?”

The room was filled with another awkward silence.

“Wow.” Dash said. “Way to, like, kill the mood, Pinkie Pie.”

Rarity thought about the other transformations she had gone through and relaxed. "Oh, it's fine, darlings.” She stared at her breasts. “Thank you, Pinkie Pie. Now I realize this isn't so bad after all. Now, who wants milk?"

Pinkie raised up her hand. “Oh, oh, me! I do, I do!”

Rainbow Dash rubbed her hands together. “All right.” She crawled towards Rarity, eager to get started.

Pinkie gasped. “Rainbow Dash, wait! There's three breasts and only two of us.”

“So?”

“So the breast division isn't equal! If I take one, and you take one, who's going to nurse the third one?”

"Breast ... division?" Rainbow Dash shook her head and held out her hands to the air, as if trying to ask Celestia why she was saddled with Pinkie Pie's backwards … cookie logic.

“I think we should call in the nurse.” Pinkie said.

“I'm not sure we need to go that far, Pinkie.” Dash said. “If one of us takes one breast, and the other one of us squeezes the remaining too together ...” Rainbow Dash grabbed Rarity's breasts and fiddled with them.

Rarity laughed. “Oh, that tickles, darling. P-please finish whatever it is you're doing quickly.”

“Hmm.” Rainbow Dash played with and adjusting Rarity's breasts. But they were so big, and the third breast knocked off their balance relative to each other breast, so it was impossible to get them into a position where two tips were close enough to enter one mouth, no matter how much Dash squeezed them together.

“You may be right, Pinkie Pie.” Dash said. “We need backup on this one.”

Pinkie clapped. “Oh, yay. I wanted to see her anyway.”

“Er.” Rarity said. “See who?”

Not paying attention to Rarity's question, Pinkie bounded out of the bed and pushed a button on a panel near the door. It wasn't long before the door opened and Applejack's Amazonian form entered the room.

“Tarnation, Pinkie Pie, what is it now?” Applejack asked, sounding cross. “I just saw you not too long ago. I got patients to take care-” Applejack saw what was in the room, with Dash on the bed and Rarity leaking three different breasts leaking three different kinds of milk.

“Oh, I see.”

“You were saying something about patients, Applejack?” Pinkie asked.

“Yeah.” Applejack cleared her throat. “I think I can bump y'all up on the list.”

“I … don't mean to be rude.” Rarity said. “But are we sure there's enough room on this bed for all of us and … all of Applejack?”

“No need.” Applejack said. “I'll just sit by the bed.”

“Places, everyone.” Pinkie said. “I call dibs on the strawberry!” Pinkie Pie hopped back to the bed, sliding towards Rarity's pink-covered breast.

“On the strawberry? But Pinkie, you make strawberry milk.” Rarity was confused.

“I know.” Pinkie said. “But Rainbow Dash and I are drinking out of each other so much we never have the chance to sample our own flavors.”

“Fair enough.”

“I guess by that logic then, I'm getting the chocolate.” Rainbow Dash, taking the position near Rarity's middle breast.

“And vanilla is fine by me.” Applejack walked towards the bed and sat next, tall enough to lean over and reach over the railing to get her mouth on Rarity's right breast.

“Altogether now, on three.” Pinkie said. “ … THREE!”

All at once, the three girls latched onto Rarity's breasts and nursed her. Rarity was brought to a height of pleasure in a near-instant moment. After all, with Applejack as the witness, if two breasts being nursed was even better than one, than how much better than three would be than two?

“Oooh, yes, yes, yes.” Rarity moaned, biting her lip. “Yes, I feel so … wanted and desirable.” Rarity reflected. She looked down at the mass of heads all suckling nourishment from her. “And maybe a little bit like a cow … yes, darlings. Milk me like a filthy cow ...” Rarity closed her eyes and turned her head.

Pinkie stopped. “Wouldn't you rather be milked like a clean cow? Hey, have you ever tried to clean a cow, Rarity? I have, and I gotta tell ya -”

Dash pulled up and glared.

“Right.” Pinkie and Dash came back down on Rarity's breasts, pulling on them with their tongues. Rarity was helpless but to do little more than blush and enjoy it.

“Oh my goodness ...” Rarity breathed, fluttering her eyelids. “It feels so good ...” Pinkie put a hand up and squeezed on Rarity's breast, forcing out a gush of milk. Rarity took in a deep breath and exhaled, creating a let-down reflex which splashed milk out all over their faces. The milk sloshed and bounced, getting the flavors mixed up. Specs of pink and brown masked Applejack's freckles while white drops slid on Pinkie's and Dash's lips.

“Oh, darlings, I'm sorry.” Rarity said at the mess. “I lost control of myself ...”

“It's okay.” Pinkie said, popping off. “We like it. See?” She grabbed Rarity's chocolate-spewing breast and rubbed it against her chin, spilling chocolate milk out and getting it all over her chin before handing it back to Rainbow Dash.

“Oh, this is amazing ...” Rarity said.

Applejack laughed. “Ha. You ain't seen nothin' yet. Watch this.” Reaching up around the bed, Applejack brought her buff, ripped arm down on all of Rarity's breasts like a press, causing a near-flood of milk to flow forth from them.

Needless to say, more splashing occurred.

“Oh, yes!” Rarity screamed. If she thought it was amazing before, there were no words for it. It was like each one of her boobs was experiencing its own individual orgasm. “Squeeze me again, Applejack!”

“Oookay.” Sticking her tongue out to the side, Applejack brought her arm down again, making Rarity pour rivers of milk. Applejack was quick to put her mouth on Rarity's breast and get her fill. Rainbow Dash and Pinkie's gulps were loud and strained as they tried to take in all of the delicious, syrup-filled milk.

“Could you … do it harder?” Rarity asked. “Without hurting me, of course.”

Applejack raised her arm again. “I'll see what I can do.” She brought her arm down again with more force, and something closer to an actual flood happened. Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack all had their cheeks swell from the amount of milk going in them. They swallowed, pulled back, and started coughing. The milk poured from Rarity's breasts in waves, getting all over the bed. Pink, white, and brown drips pooled down from the sides of the bed and onto the floor like melting icicles. The once pure-white room now had a big splash of a psychedelic brown-pink mix centered around the bed.

“When everyone starts coughing ...” Applejack raised a fist to her chin as she hacked a bit. “Is usually when we call it quits.”

“Only … fair.” Rarity panted, exhausted. “Is … everyone all right?”

“Yeah.” Pinkie said. She examined the room. “We sure made a mess, though.”

“The sheet is ruined.” Rainbow Dash observed, lifting up the sheet which was barely clinging together, soaked through with milk. A little tug and it would rip apart.

“Ah, he's had all of … this happened.” Applejack said, gesturing to themselves. “I'm sure if Discord can do this to our bodies, he can whip a cleaning crew for this mess.” Applejack looked at Rarity and noticed her clothes. “Rarity? Have you been wearing a pair of sheets this whole time?”

Rarity blushed. “Er, yes. I had … an accident with my first costume.”

“Well, golly, girl. That's not fair.” Applejack said. She grabbed Rarity by the arm to guide her out. But remembering she was a nine-foot Amazon now, Applejack did the simpler thing and grabbed Rarity by the waist and lifted her entire body up over her shoulder. “C'mon. Let's get you into a shower and into some proper clothes.”

“Thank you for the shower, Applejack.” Rarity walked out of the shower room while Applejack held the door for her. “It was refreshing.”

“No problem.” Applejack said. “You be careful out there now. No telling what Discord is gonna send after ya next before he decides to end this game.”

“Ah, yes.” Rarity said. “Would you be willing to accompany me for the rest of the game?”

“I would love tah, but I can't. My next part of the game is me sharing some notes about the side-effects of Pinkie's and Dash's milk with a lady upstairs. Bye now. Oh, and good luck.” Applejack closed the door and went down the hall.

“Lady upstairs. Hmm.” Rarity wondered who this lady was.

Respecting Applejack's words, Rarity turned and went down the opposite hallway. Applejack had been kind enough to gift her with a new outfit; a nurse outfit similar to the one she had when she came in here, but white, with the heart detail also on her shoulder. Her third breast was squished down and stuffed into the side, allowing Rarity to pass off the illusion she had only her two original breasts. If anyone asked about the lump in the side of her costume, Rarity would lie and say the dress was made too small. Which was true, from a certain point of view.

Walking down the hallway, Rarity saw a drinking fountain mounted on the wall.

“Oh. Well, now that I think about it, I am a bit parched.” Rarity walked over and turned the fountain, lapping up the water. It seemed fine. There was nothing strange about it at first. But as she continued drinking, the water tasted more like saltwater than drinking water.

Hmm. Rarity thought. Oh well. I suppose the plumbing is faulty.

Figuring a tiny bit of sea water wasn't going to hurt her, Rarity continued drinking. But the taste changed and changed, until eventually it tasted like … like … like spooge.

“Gah!” Rarity jerked away from the fountain. “What in the world?” Surely what she thought happened was not what happened. How careless would the plumbers and the hospital staff have to be to let something like that in? A little saltwater, sure, but – but – but that!?

A hallucination. Rarity told herself. Remember what happened with Pinkie calling you a bim – well, you know. I'm sure it's just a hallucination.

Convincing herself it was all a hallucination, Rarity went back to the fountain and activated it again. Again, the water tasted fine at first, before getting a little bit of seawater in there, before turning into a dose of spooge.

Yeah, no, nope. Not a hallucination. Rarity realized, pulling away from it again. She blinked and opened her eyes. The fountain's spout had been replaced with a throbbing member. What's more, the fountain itself was replaced with a male patient in a bed and the hallway turned into a patient room. She'd been teleported.

Oh, okay. So it's a trap, not a hallucination. Rarity thought. She looked at the male patient.

“Really?” Rarity asked, hoping Id or Discord could hear. “This again? This is getting old. Don't you have any new tricks?” Rarity looked at the member with disinterest. The pulsing, throbbing, bouncing ready member. It was … so big and veiny. And here it was, all for her.

Rarity caught herself lowering towards her and stopped.

“No. No.” Rarity said, turning away. “I'm not falling for this again.” She walked towards the door, but Id's words echoed in her mind.

Isn't it nice to be a spooge-sucking bimbo, Rarity?

You don't need to worry about a thing anymore besides just sucking and swallowing …

Are you a good bimbo, Rarity?

Pinkie's hallucinated words got into the mix as well.

Aren't you just the bestest best boob-sucking bimbo the world has ever seen?

“I ...” Rarity's head rolled around in a daze. “I'm a good bimbo ...”

If you're really a true bimbo, then you won't -

“Hesitate.” Rarity finished, going back and leaping onto the patient. She put her lips to his equipment and began sucking. His equipment pulsed in her mouth as she did her best work on him.

“Mmm … mmm ...” Rarity closed her eyes, slurping him quite a bit. The sounds of her sucking were loud, filling the air with the noise of her lips squishing against him. She only wanted to feel it throb and throb …

With all the practice she'd been getting, Rarity was little surprised when she made him reach his limit much quicker than the others. She could feel its flesh banging into her mouth while it pulsed out and gave her her reward.

Oh! Rarity felt her breasts give a light jiggle and cupped her hand to them. Here we go again!

“Mmmm …” Her moans from the feeling of her breasts bouncing and growing were louder than the ones from swallowing his release. Of which there were many. It seemed he was as excited to make Rarity's boobs grow as Rarity was.

“Hmm?” Rarity was more confused when she felt the same tingly, jiggly feeling down in her bottom. She put one hand to her chest and one to her bottom as the release continued. Her breasts swelled and swelled, rising up and pushing outwards on the fabric of the nurse costume. The white fabric clung tight to her orbs and left little to the imagination. Meanwhile, her butt and hips also grew, her hips stretching while her glutes increased in size, making the fabric hug them tight as well and giving her a cute, round, bubble-butt. It also made her pink lips a little bigger and a little pinker.

“Mmm ...” Rarity moaned as more spooge made its way into her system. The sultry ooze made its way into her and her breasts and butt pushed out as a result, giving her an hourglass figure. It was getting difficult to think clearly.

The releases begun to slow. Feeling she wasn't going to get anymore, Rarity pulled away, only to hear something she didn't expect.

“How about something different?” The patient said.

Rarity realized she was so distracted by his equipment she hadn't look as his face. He was an attractive, with muscles, blond hair, and a nice smile.

“Climb up here.” He said.

Rarity started to climb.

“Pull your skirt up.” He said.

Rarity did as told, folding her skirt up before crawling along.

“Come here.” He said. Rarity did so, crawling along top of him, her breasts pressing into his chest. He reached up and pulled her down, bringing her into a kiss. And she realized why he wanted her to pull her skirt up, as while she was distracted kissing him, he thrusted his parts through her parts, giving her a warm release into her other pair of lips.

“Mmmmmmm.” Rarity moaned, her breasts and butt increasing two sizes from the release.

“That's all.” The patient said, separating himself from her. “Carry on.”

Rarity giggled and got off him, climbing down from the bed. "Oh … hahahaha! Hehehe!" Rarity laughed at herself, running a finger over her lips. She patted her breasts and her bottom. Id had been calling her a bimbo, but now, with plump lips and being both top-heavy and bottom-heavy, she looked the part. The white, strained fabric of her nurse costumed emphasized her beachball-sized boobs and anvil-sized bottom, along with the hourglass shape it gave her.

"Oh, I feel so light-headed." Rarity said. I'm a good bimbo … As an apparent test of this, a complex equation appeared in glowing glyphs in the air.

"Eww. Math. Like, go away." Rarity shooed at the math, swatting it away, though she might swat at it even if she wasn't being subjected to mental alternation. After the equation disappeared, Rarity had a thought she might have seen it on a chalkboard of Twilight's at one time. She ignored that thought in favor of more giggling.

I'm a good spooge-sucking, boob-sucking bimbo …

Ah, can't be both spooge-sucking AND boob-sucking. A voice in her head told her, who may or may not have been Id or Discord. We're gonna have to change one or the other. How about spooge-swallowing, boob-sucking bimbo?

"Teeheehee. Okay!" Rarity said with a giggle, putting a finger to her lip. "I'm a good spooge-swallowing, boob-sucking bimbo! Heehee. "

Excellent. The voice said. Now, how about we get out of here and maybe see about getting you a boob or two to suck?

"Sure." Rarity nodded. She opened the door and looked around the hall.

“Oh, Rarity!” Fluttershy appeared. “I've been looking for you.”

"Hi, Fluttershy." Rarity waved, giggling. "I am, like, so high right now."

Fluttershy cupped her chin. “I can see that.”

"Have you met the guy in there?" Rarity pointed to the room behind her. “He's like, really nice. Gave me these.“ Rarity gestured to her chest. She stumbled, catching her hand on Fluttershy's breast. "Ooh, whoops! I'm so clumsy. Hey, can I, like, suck your boobs?"

“Um … no.” Fluttershy said. "Are you feeling okay, Rarity?"

"Oh, I'm fine!" Rarity assured her. "I'm just - my throat is really dry, you know? I could really go for some water or breast milk or something." Rarity eyed Fluttershy's bust. ""Will you at least let me lick them?"

Fluttershy shook her head no.

"Oh, that's too bad." Rarity said. ""Boobs are, like, the best. Have I ever told how much I just, like, love boobs? They're so soft and bouncy."

"Rarity." Fluttershy grabbed Rarity's hand. "I know you're under the influence right now. I need you to focus."

"Focus on what?" Rarity asked and giggled.

Fluttershy snapped her fingers and waved a finger in front of Rarity's face. "Focus on my finger. Watch it move." Fluttershy moved the finger back and forth. "Keep your eyes on it and focus ... focus."

Rarity watched the finger for a few seconds, quickly getting bored of it. "Okay, I'm bored now. Can we, like, go do something else?"

"No. We're not leaving until you start feeling better." Fluttershy held the finger up. "Now try it again. Don't move your eyes away for a second." Fluttershy resumed motion on her finger. "You can fight this. You're stronger this. You can focus."

"I ..." Rarity's eyes narrowed, focusing on Fluttershy's finger. "I can fight this. I am stronger."

Fluttershy smiled and withdrew her finger. "Feeling better?"

"Y-yes, I think so." Rarity rubbed her head. "Thinking is ... still a bit hard, but I can manage it if I fight hard enough. Thank you, Fluttershy."

“Oh, you're very welcome.” Fluttershy said. She tightened her grip on Rarity's hand. “Now come on. I brought you out of that hypnotized, sex-based trance so I could put you into another hypnotized, sex-based trance.”

“...What?”

Fluttershy guided Rarity to a room in the hospital Rarity recognized as a surgery room.

“What are we doing here, Fluttershy?” Rarity asked.

Fluttershy held her finger out for Rarity to be patient. She opened the door and took Rarity in.

“Whoa!” Rarity exclaimed at the sight. Inside, the room was overrun by a large mass of vines and flowers, spreading and creeping through every corner. The vines moved and bristled as if they had a mind of their own.

“It's a, um, a plant Discord gave me for safekeeping.” Fluttershy explained. “He asked me to take care of it.”

“That's sweet of you.” Rarity said in her normal voice. "Like, I guess." She added in a higher, carefree pitch.

Fluttershy stared at Rarity oddly.

“Sorry.” Rarity said. “It just, like, slipped out.”

“Try to keep thinking, Rarity.”

Rarity groaned and let her arms hang slack. "But thinking is haaaaard!" Rarity shook her head, rubbing a temple. “No, no. You're right, you're right.”

“Are you sure you're okay?” Fluttershy asked. “Maybe we can go somewhere else, find something to help.”

“No, I'll be fine.” Rarity said. “What do you need me for?”

“Well ...” Fluttershy smiled, the kind of smile someone does when they're covering up something. “The plant has very specif care instructions, and when it reaches maturity, it requires, um, practice handling fine and delicate items ...”

Fluttershy could see Rarity was not amused with her explanation. Fluttershy took in a deep breath and an aggressive stance.

“I need you to have sex with the plant.”

Rarity blinked, giving off an aura of disinterest. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Fluttershy asked. She tilted her head. “You don't seem … too terribly upset by this.”

“I think somewhere around the time I was lactating three different flavors of milk from three breasts, I stopped giving a damn.”

Fluttershy gave Rarity a weird look. “How'd you do that?”

“Oh, right. You weren't there for that.” Rarity looked at her outfit. “I think I still have the third breast ...” Checking around her body, Rarity realized she did still have it, and like the other two, it swelled up to the size of a beachball, gone unnoticed by her or Fluttershy until now because her “primary” cleavage blocked off view of the lump it formed.

“So, Fluttershy, how does … your stupid sex plant work?” Rarity asked.

Fluttershy gasped. “He's not stupid!” Fluttershy stroked a vine. “She didn't mean that, boy.”

“Right.” Rarity nodded. “I'm sorry. I'm just, like, (dang it) not having the best day ... you know?” Rarity bit her tongue as if that would somehow exorcise her bimbofied speech patterns. “What do you need me to do, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy pointed. “Stand over there, if you would.”

Rarity moved further into the mass of vines. She felt claustrophobic with all of the wriggly things around her. She reared back in horror as a vine rose up and looped itself around her arm. “Aah!”

“No, no, no it's okay!” Fluttershy said. “It's supposed to do that.” Fluttershy went over to the operating table and set a clipboard down on it. “Let him pick you up.”

“Him?” Rarity asked. Another vine looped around her arm, and multiple vines wrapped her legs together before lifting her up in the air. Another vine rose up from the slithering mass, different from the others. Where the others were simply vines, this one had a long, blue and black stalk, covered in a rotating striping pattern. It ended in a small blue sphere casting off florescent light.

“Now what?” Rarity asked.

“Now ...” Fluttershy looked to her clipboard. She looked up at Rarity with a worried expression. “Stare at the blue orb.”

Rarity did as instructed, aiming her gaze at the blue orb. She thought the light would hurt her eyes this close, but they were fine. The light was pretty. It spread out its rays and flickered on and off, creating a hypnotizing effect. It increased and decreased in intensity and waved back and forth, covering Rarity's face with its light.

“Oh … it's very pretty.” Rarity's eyes began to reflect the dark blue bulb as she was put under its spell.

“Okay.” Fluttershy guided her finger on the clipboard. “Now talk about something you like.”

Rarity, while half-hypnotized, was still conscious enough to shoot Fluttershy a questioning glare.

“In order to excite him.” Fluttershy said. “I know. You wanted to talk about how much you love boobs a few minutes ago. Why don't you start with that?”

Rarity rolled her eyes and sighed. “Okay.” She looked directly at the glowing bulb. “Where to start? Um, let's see … I, um … like … breasts because they are … round … and soft.” Rarity shook her head. “I can't believe I'm trying to explain this to a plant. Anyways ...”

The bulb began swaying back and forth, bouncing up and down.

“I ...” Rarity relaxed. As a side-effect of its hypnosis, the trance from earlier came back. Rarity couldn't submit to this hypnosis and fight off the earlier hypnosis at the same time. It was like yellow stripes on an red dress; it just didn't work. “I like – I love boobs because they're nice and soft and round and bouncy."

“Uh-huh.” Fluttershy nodded, watching with a keen eye as other vines began raising up. She didn't notice Rarity's speech slip back into the bimbofied mode. “Keep going.”

"They're just so, like, squishy." Rarity said. "You know, when you take one into your hand and squish it with your fingers real hard and it, like, compresses, I think is the word? I don't know, I'm not a librarian, tee-hee!"

Rarity rocked her head back and forth. The blue plant stalk was casting an illusion now, fooling Rarity into thinking an attractive lady was there when there wasn't. The stalk used its own bouncing and swaying to convince Rarity the non-existent lady's breasts were bouncing.

"Oooh!" Rarity said. "Those are nice."

Rarity kept her eye on the swaying plant while multiple vines rose up and slithered towards. One collection of them wrapped around and curled around each, tying themselves in knots and creating what appeared to be a … makeshift, disembodied breast, which was kind of weird.

The other tentacles wrapped around Rarity's outfit and pulled and tugged on it until she had plenty of skin exposed. The plant-breast sculpt moved to Rarity's third breast and pressed it against, connecting to it.

Oooh! That feels nice." Rarity moaned as the plant-breast began suctioning out the vanilla milk from the third breast. The plant-breast fattened and swell as it drank Rarity's milk and Rarity's breast shrunk and lost size, eventually getting so small it ceased to exist.

"Thaaanks." Rarity said. "I wasn't sure how long I could go carrying three of those heavy things anyway. "

“Oh, that was sweet of you.” Fluttershy said.

Fluttershy was singing a different tune when the plant-breast turned around in her direction.

“Oh, now, I'm not really sure – that's really not necessary.”

The plant-breast tentacle shot towards Fluttershy, lodging itself into Fluttershy's mouth. It spluttered and splashed, feeding Fluttershy with Rarity's stored milk. Fluttershy grabbed the plant-breast to push it off, but she got used to the taste of the milk. Eyes rolling backwards, Fluttershy's hands were there to embrace it, not push it away.

More vines appeared, these ones aimed at Rarity. They were three of them, each of them ending in a long yellow antennae with a opening in it.

"Ooh! What are these things for?"

Rarity soon founded out, as one of them shoved its way into her mouth and began rolling around, as if trying to pump itself up for something. The other two went ahead and entered her other, ahem, orifices, shall we say. The one which went towards that particular piece of anatomy was quite enjoying her bimbo-sized bubble-butt, which it seemed to be a perfect fit for. Rarity was enjoying it, too, lifting her arms up in the air as she let herself be taken by them. After all, she was a bimbo; letting things use her body was what she was for!

"Mmm ..." Rarity closed her eyes and sucked lightly on the stalk in her mouth, but it didn't seem to have any effect. Whatever it was going to do, it was going to do on its own time. Rarity shrugged and let it do its things.

Soon enough, she noticed a change in its rhythm, the pulsing of the plants getting faster. Rarity tensed up in anticipation.

The antennae swelled up inside her and expelled gushes out a syrup which made Rarity think of treesap. It blasted each orifice, including her mouth, with the stuff. It didn't seem to matter which entrance it took, though, as the syrup pumped into her chest to make her massive boobs even huger, swelling them up and up to a new size unlike any she had experienced, making them heavy and big as boulders.

The plants all withdrew from her body, leaving her tired and moaning. And not looking forward to walking with her breasts the way they were. To her relief, two of the plant-breast sculpts appeared and pressed up to her boobs, suctioning them for milk. The milk left Rarity and entered them, making them larger and her breasts smaller for each drop they took. When they were done, Rarity was back down to the ridiculous-but-manageable beachball size they were when she entered the room.

Evidently done with her, the vines lowered her back to the ground. They were even careful to set her on her feet.

"Bye!" Rarity waved her fingers at them. "Thanks for the good time, guys! Hey, Fluttershy, since they're done, what do you say we go out and find ourselves a pair of guys to have a good time with? It'll be fun, like a sexy sleepover. "

“Oh, um, thank you, Rarity.”

Rarity turned around, trying to find Fluttershy, who wasn't by the table anymore. The vines were holding her up, with the milk-filled plant-breasts aimed at her.

“But I don't think they're done with me yet.” Fluttershy said. “You go on ahead. I'll catch up.” Fluttershy smiled nervously.

Rarity nodded and left the room.

“Now, I'll be happy to let you feed me, before we start ...” Fluttershy eyed the various plant-breasts. She saw one approaching towards her and slapped it. “I have some ground rules. Rule one is respect my personal space. Rule two is take turns.” Just because it was a plant tentacle creature didn't mean she couldn't put it in its place.

Rarity was humming happily as she walked out the door, wondering where to go next. Maybe she could find more male patients … ooh, or maybe find Id and get use the male-change medicine on Applejack. With all those muscles, she might make for an attractive guy.

Rarity was brought back to her senses by a pain in her throat which brought to her knees. She clutched at it and coughed. She needed the water fountain more than she thought. The experience with the plants left her dehydrated. Granted, everything else probably left her dehydrated, but the plants exacerbated it.

“There you are!” Id said, walking onto the scene. “I've been looking everywhere for you! Thought you could give me the slip, eh? Well, you almost did, but you'll have to be smarter than that to pull one over on Id – huh?”

Rarity was gesturing for Id to come closer. Id bent down and leaned in, and Rarity grabbed her by her dress.

“Need … water.” Rarity rasped. “Dehydrated.”

“Oh, you.” Id dismissed her. “You humans are so spoiled. You can have everything in the world, but if you don't get your water, then everything's -”

Id's ravings were interrupted by a ringing noise.

“Excuse me, I have to take this.” Id reached into her cleavage and pulled out a cell phone. She put it to her ear. “Uh-huh? Yeah, this is she. Yeah, boss.” Id looked at Rarity. Rarity looked back. “Yeah, she's writing on the ground, complaining about water. Apparently she's “dehydrated” or sumpthin. What do you mean -”

Id winced as a scream came through the phone. Who was shouting and what they were saying wasn't clear to Rarity, but it was obvious someone was upset with Id.

Id snapped the phone shut and turned to Rarity with a shocked expression.

“Okay.” Id said. “That was my boss, Discord. He wants me to get you some water. Stay right there, I'll be right back.”

“Hmm.” Rarity thought as Id left. Discord told Id to get her some water.

“Here you go!” Id came back with bottles of water. Several of them. Several dozen of them, which she dropped onto Rarity, burying her under a pile of plastic containers.

Rarity emerged from the pile with a water bottle in her hand. She glared at Id. “You're a terrible person.” She rasped before opening the bottle and taking a drink.

Id's phone rang again. “Yeah, hello?” Id handed the phone to Rarity. “It's for you.”

“Hello?” Rarity asked, taking the phone.

“Hello, Rarity. It's me, Discord. I heard about your little, uh, dehydration situation.”

“So you did.”

“Yes. Listen, I just wanted to know, I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt. I'm sorry about Id not giving you the water like she should have. This was supposed to be fun, and dehydration is pretty serious. It was supposed all just be a game.”

“A game?”

“What can I say? I was bored.”

“Bored.” Rarity repeated. “And sexually frustrated, so you came up with this “game” so you could watch the rest of us have sex with a voyeuristic view.”

“... Is it that obvious?”

“Nooo.” Rarity said. “Just because the only way you could make it more obvious is to stand atop the highest spire of Celestia's palace, holding a big neon pointing yourself saying “Hello world, I am sexually frustrated; could I pay anyone to go on a date with me?” … doesn't make it obvious. Does it, Id?” Rarity asked with a sharp glare.

“You've made your point, Rarity. No need to drive the nail in.”

Rarity was silent.

“Get it? Nail? You're supposed to be laughing. You can't see it, but I've created a giant nail and have it going through my torso. Eh, it works better in person. Bye, Rarity. Again, I'm sorry about this little, eh, complication and I promise the game will be over soon and I'll send you all back home. I promise. Ciao.” The phone buzzed a dial tone.

Rarity handed it back to Id.

“So, what did he want to talk about?” Id asked.

“Mostly try to cover himself with apologies.” Rarity said. “He said the game would be over soon. I want to know … how?”

“Over?” Id said. She rubbed her chin. “Hmm, let me think … oh, goodness, is that time already? My, time really does fly.”

“Id?” Rarity said with a hint of irritation

“Well, Rarity, I think you're ready. If this a game, then this would be the boss. We can't let you leave until after you have sex with … The Administrator! Dun-dun-DUN!”

Author's Note

So one thing I wanted to was give Rarity her intelligence back. But after writing her as a the dumbed-down, ditzy full-on bimbofied, I discovered I liked her as a ditz better than I thought I would. So I had conflicting ideas about whether she would remain in that part of the trance, if she wouldn't, if Fluttershy would help, if Fluttershy wouldn't until I came up with the version seen here, where Fluttershy does help, and Rarity sort of fades in and out of the trance, but never quite leaves it completely.

Also, some may criticize me for making Rarity's trance-speech colored in pink, but I think it adds a certain appeal and offers a cute visual cue for when she's speaking as normal Rarity and when she's speaking as ditzy, entranced Rarity.