Rarity shooed Id away from her breasts, wanting to go after Fluttershy. “Enough, darling, enough. I do so want to see Fluttershy ...”

“And bimbofy her?” Id said as she pulled away from Rarity's breast. “Well, don't let me stop you!”

Rarity set to work buttoning up her blouse/nurse shirt. She stood up and walked down the hall until she found Fluttershy waiting in a coffee break room.

“Oh, Rarity!” Fluttershy said, turning on her chair. “Um, I saw you in the hallway, but I didn't want to interrupt … you know. Whatever you were doing with that woman who looked like you.” Fluttershy paused. “What were you doing?”

“Oh, nothing.” Rarity said in sing-song voice. “Just a personal favor for a friend.”

Fluttershy stood up. “Do you know where we are? All I know is I was tending to my animals, and the next thing I know, I was in this hospital in this nurse's gown!”

“Really?” Rarity asked, walking into the room, her boobs bouncing and her butt jiggling from side to side. She eyed the brewers on the coffee table, getting a devious idea. “Why don't you tell me all about it over some coffee?”

“Oh, um, I'd prefer tea, please.” Fluttershy said. As Rarity walked towards the machines with her jiggly, swinging butt, Fluttershy noticed something different about her. “Um, are you alright, Rarity? I don't remember you having such, um … generous proportions.”

“Oh, I'm fine!” Rarity said, honestly. “I don't know what you're talking about.” Rarity leaned over and eyed the machine as it brewed the tea. Rarity looked to the door, where Id was peeking her head over.

Rarity gave a smile. Id winked and showed a thumbs-up to approve.

Fluttershy looked to the door, but Id had already withdrawn before Fluttershy could see her. “Hmm? Who's there? Rarity, do you have a friend?”

“I do have a friend here,” Rarity said, looking at Fluttershy over her shoulder. “You.”

Fluttershy blushed and giggled.

Rarity undid her buttons, revealing her large, milk-filled breasts and leaking nipples. She leaned over the cup of hot, steaming tea and squeezed her breasts, squirting strawberry milk into the cup, making the dark tea turn a much lighter color. She took a spoon to the tea and stirred it in, leaving the spoon so she could tell which cup had the milk and which one didn't. It wouldn't do much to her, but it would certainly do a number on Fluttershy.

Rarity carried the two cups to the table, setting the one with the spoon down and pushing it towards Fluttershy.

“Thank you.” Fluttershy put her hands out to accept the cup. She took the spoon out and lifted the cup to her mouth, taking a drink.

“So, tell me about what you've been up to since you've been here.” Rarity said, taking a sip of her tea before dangling her cup off to the side.

Fluttershy finished her sip and set the cup down. “Well, like I said, I was suddenly here. I wanted to try go home, but there were doctors surrounding me who said a patient needed me.”

“Uh-huh.” Rarity took another sip from her cup, hoping to influence Fluttershy to do the same. “And then what happened?”

Rarity's behavioral trick worked. Fluttershy took another drink. She covered her mouth as she let out a yawn. “They took me to the patient and asked me to diagnose him. After a minute, I realized he was having an allergic reaction to something and I ordered the doctors to get me sponges and mouthwash. After administering both to the patient, they let me go and I ended up wandering the hospital until I found you. ”

“That's nice.” Rarity said, gazing at Fluttershy moonily. “Say, Fluttershy? Do you have any memories of … previously being in this place?”

“No. Why, do you?”

“Maybe a little.” Rarity said. “But not enough to really be helpful. Say, why don't you take another drink?”

“That …” Fluttershy's voice turned low and tired. “Sounds like a good idea.” Fluttershy lifted the cup to her mouth and proceeded to chug it down, lifting her head up to pour more and more into her throat. When she had finished, she tore the cup away from her mouth, finally catching on that something was happening to her. She slammed the cup down on the table.

“Rarity? What did you do?” Fluttershy asked as she blinked several times, trying to fight the urge to sleep. She was unsuccessful, her arms going slack and her eyelids closing. She laid back against the chair, falling asleep, her head off to one side.

“I just put a little milk in your tea, that's all,” Rarity answered, somehow managing to be both honest and facetious at the same time. Giggling and rubbing her hands together, Rarity got up and walked over to Fluttershy. The effects of her milk combined with the tea making Fluttershy go to sleep was an interesting application of the potential effects of the milk.

Rarity wanted to bimbofy her friend, and she knew how. All she had to do was whisper into Fluttershy's ear, and she would dream of the things Rarity told her. And when Fluttershy awoke, she would believe them.

Rarity walked around and got behind Fluttershy's chin, leaning over and whispering into her ear. “Can you hear me, Fluttershy?”

“I can … hear you,” Fluttershy said. Apparently, she wasn't all the way asleep. Just mostly asleep. Like, three-quarters asleep.

“Good,” Rarity said. She was going to have fun with her. “Tell me something, Fluttershy. Don't you want your large boobs back?”

Fluttershy's eyes, though shut, scrunched up in response to Rarity's random, nonsensical question. “W-what?”

“Your boobs!” Rarity said. “You know, the big, jiggly, bouncy, sexy boobs you used to have. You used to have such a wonderful pair of big boobs, but your shyness couldn't handle the attention you were getting from the guys.” The key part to getting a hypnosis victim to believe a fictional narrative was to include believable details, and Fluttershy could believe her shyness. “So you had Zecora make a potion for you to reduce them in size. But don't you miss them? Don't you want to get your large boobs back?”

“My … boobs … back.” Fluttershy repeated.

Rarity ran a hand lovingly through Fluttershy's hair. “And you used to be such a sweet, jiggly and giggly bimbo who flirted with all the boys and loved the attention. But one day, you flirted too much and made a mistake, and so you became withdrawn. But you're older and more mature now. You can handle it now. You can be the jiggly bimbo you were always meant to be.”

“The … jiggly bimbo … I was always meant to be.” Fluttershy repeated. “Yes ...”

“Yes!” Rarity parroted her, reinforcing the idea. “I'm going to put a little post-hypnotic trigger in you, Fluttershy. When you wake up, and you find a male patient in the hospital with the, ah, appropriate male equipment, when they ask 'Are you my nurse?' you will be overwhelmed by the irresistible desire to suck. And you will suck. And you won't question why you want to suck, you'll just do it. You'll want to suck them until they pour delicious spooge down your throat, which will make your breasts grow bigger and help you get your boobs back.”

“Suck …. get … boobs back,” Fluttershy said.

“Yes! That's right!” Rarity encouraged Fluttershy, smacking her on the back of her head (which somehow didn't wake her up). “You'll suck, and suck, and return to being the bimbo you were always meant to be. Now, go! Go forth, Fluttershy, and reclaim your large boobs!”

“Reclaim my huge boobs, yes … I want my big boobies back.”

Rarity snapped her fingers, and Fluttershy woke up with a start, her eyes snapping open.

“How do you feel, Fluttershy?” Rarity asked.

Fluttershy rubbed the side of her head. “Kinda dizzy ...” Fluttershy looked down at her chest. She self-consciously grabbed at her boob. “Rarity, did you know I used to have large boobs?”

“Really?” Rarity asked. “That can't be true, can it?”

“Uh-huh,” Fluttershy nodded, “I got rid of them because I couldn't deal with all the attention I got for them, but now I want them back. I want my boobs. I want to have all the guys focus their eyes on me, their attention reserved for just me and my boobs ...”

“Sounds like fun,” Rarity said, “In fact, I think I can help you with that.” Rarity put an arm under Fluttershy's shoulder and helped her to her feet.

“Where are we going?” Fluttershy asked, her self-conscious hand never leaving her breast.

“Oh, you know … just to a patient.” Rarity answered.

“A patient?”

“Well, of course! You are a nurse, aren't you?”

“I-I don't know. I mean, I guess ...”

Rarity led Fluttershy out of the room and into the hallway. “Wait here.” Rarity told Fluttershy.

Rarity went around the corner and began searching through the rooms. She had to find the right patient, one who would want to have Fluttershy suck them and would increase the size of her breasts, not her butt, lips, hips, or anything else from the possibilities the patients presented.

Rarity peeked through various doors until she found a suitable patient. How she knew it was the correct “type” she didn't know, but after spending as much time with them as she had both this and the last time, she had learned the signs … whatever those signs were.

Rarity went back to Fluttershy. “Okay! I found you a patient who can help!”

“Oh, I don't know, Rarity … that doesn't sound professional to take help from a patient. We're the nurses. We're supposed to help them.”

“Trust me, it'll be fine.” Rarity grabbed Fluttershy's wrist. “Just think of it this way – he's going to help you. You're going to help him! You'll help each other.”

“Okay.” Fluttershy didn't sound convinced, but she didn't resist when Rarity dragged and brought her to the patient.

“Go on, go on.” Rarity said, encouraging Fluttershy in.

Fluttershy stepped inside while Rarity stayed by the door. The patient was reading a book.

“Hello.” He looked up, saw her, closed the book, and put it on the side table. “Are you my nurse?”

Fluttershy's body went rigid. Her arms locked at her arms, her legs coming together. She didn't know why, but she was feeling an irrepressible desire to give an eye to his member, put her lips around it … and suck.

“Yes,” Fluttershy answered. “I believe I am.”

“Oh, good.” The patient rose up. He lifted the blanket up and tossed it off himself, revealing his large member peeking through a cut in his gown like the other patients.

Fluttershy walked towards the bed. Slowly and hesitantly, she bent over and lowered her mouth onto the exposed tool.

Rarity put a hand over her mouth to cover up her smile and giggle.

Fluttershy's lips moved up and down, taking it slow and steady like a snail. She still wasn't sure why she was doing this, but she couldn't bring herself to question it.

“Mmm ...” Fluttershy moaned. She didn't quite know what to expect, and was unsure how to react when the member began to beat and pulse inside her mouth.

“Keep on ...” The patient encouraged her. “Keep sucking.”

Fluttershy closed her eyes and relaxed. Growing more comfortable, she increased her sucking, her lips moving up and down faster on the masculine equipment, more loving, more passionate, more lustful. The member throbbed once, then twice, before reaching its peak and exploding, spewing spunk down sweet, mesmerized Fluttershy's throat.

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Fluttershy moaned as the delicious love-juice poured down her throat. It was so thick, so hot …

“Mmm ...” Fluttershy moaned again, drawing away from the member once it finished filling her throat. She put her hands on her breasts, which bounced up and down as they were made to grow, swelling up in size, struggling to break free of their cloth confinement.

Fluttershy, overwhelmed, fell to her knees. She grabbed and squeezed her boobs, pleasuring herself. They were the size of grapefruit, bigger than her hands could hold at once.

“Have to suck ...” Fluttershy said as she groped and squeezed her now much-more sensitive boobs. “Love to suck … have to suck, or I won't get my boobs back, eh-heh-heh!” Fluttershy noticed Rarity watching in the doorway.

“Look, Rarity!” Fluttershy turned to show off her chest. “I got my big boobs back!”

“You certainly did.” Rarity observed.

“Just a few steps away from, like, being the jiggly bimbo I was always meant to be!” Fluttershy said. She put a finger to her lips. “Huh. That was, like, weird.” Fluttershy looked down at her chest, bouncing it up and down. She looked back to Rarity. “Say … I can't remember how big my boobs were. You don't think they were bigger than this, do you?”

Rarity smiled. Of course, the reason Fluttershy couldn't remember how big her boobs were was because she never had such big boobs, and it made Rarity pleased as punch to be able to take advantage of Fluttershy's inability to remember something that never was.

“I think ...” Rarity said. “They should be as big as whatever size you want them to be.”

“Mmm.” Fluttershy squeezed her boobs, thinking about this.”Oh, I wonder if he has any more?” Fluttershy got up and looked at the patient's member. She licked her lips and prepared to suck.

“Well ...” Rarity giggled. “You seem to have everything under control, Fluttershy, so I'll leave you to it!” Rarity walked off, leaving Fluttershy behind to suck the guy-patient and worry about her own bimbofication, which she was going to do to herself.

“Got to suck … got to suck to get my big boobies back ...” Fluttershy repeated to herself as Rarity walked off.

Rarity soon met up with Id again.

“So, how did it go?” Id asked.

“Oh, it was brilliant, darling!” Rarity said. “I was able to feed her some of my breast milk, and I convinced her she used to be a bimbo and wanted to be one again! All we have to do is leave her alone for a little while, and she'll put in all the work to bimbofy herself!”

Id clapped her hands. “Make her bimbofy herself, so we don't have to do any of the real work. I love it!”

“I thought you might,” Rarity winked. “So, where to next?”

“Oh, where to go, where to go.” Id rubbed her hands together. “Well, that's the question, isn't it? Where do we go? But I have an idea. Let's go find another of your friends to bimbofy.”

Id led Rarity down the hallway. Id peeked over the corner to see if there was anyone there, and turned to Rarity when she confirmed the coast was clear. “No one's there, let's keep moving. Oh, I can't wait to find our next target! Aren't you excited to find another one of your friends, Rarity?”

“Yes!” Rarity and Id got a case of the giggles, but they soon lost the case when Rarity groaned and had to rest against the wall, putting a hand on her head. “Ooh ...”

“Rarity?” Id asked. “Are you alright?” Id was not expecting Rarity to reply with a hard slap across her cheek.

“Stay away from me, you pervert,” Rarity growled, pointing a finger, her voice at a much lower, more natural pitch than before. “Ooh. Ow!” Rarity groaned again, closing her eyes. When she spoke, her voice was higher. “Id! I'm sorry! I was like, just so totally rude to you! What's happening?”

“Oh no.” Id rubbed her chin. “I was afraid of this happening. You've gone so long without some hot seed in you, your other self is beginning to regain control and fight back.”

“My … other self?” Rarity asked.

“Yeah. Think about it this way. It's like an hourglass. When you first arrived back in the hospital, your normal self was dominant while your bimbo self was dormant and weak. After a few loads, your bimbo self grew stronger and stronger to the point of totally suppressing your non-bimbo self. But it takes a lot to keep up that kind of mental control. You've been so busy turning others into bimbos, you haven't had time for yourself, and your body and mind, having had time to process all the spunk you put inside yourself, are beginning to revert to their default state, with the effects wearing off. We need to get some spooge inside you, stat! Nurse!”

Id reached over to hold Rarity steady, but Rarity, in her normal state, rebuked her, slapping her hand away.

“Stay away from me!” Rarity insisted. She looked around. “I've got to go find the exit … no, I have to find Rainbow Dash and – and cure her somehow, then find an exit.” Rarity walked down the other side of the hall, while Id grew more and more nervous, twiddling her fingers.

“Oh, this is bad, this is bad!” Id said, placing her hands on her cheeks. “Rarity! Wait!”

“I'm not waiting so you could make me have sex again.” Rarity said bitterly.

“Aren't you curious about why you can't resist the guys in here?”

“I thought it had something to do with mind-controlling aphrodisiacs in their … love stuff.” Rarity said.

“Well, yes, that's part of it. But you also want to be a bimbo!”

Rarity turned to her. “I … want to be a bimbo? Ugh.” Rarity groaned and clutched at her head. “Yes!” Her voice turned back to the high-pitch of her bimbo self. “I do want to be a bimbo! Oh, it's too bad Spikey-Wikey isn't here. I bet he would love to see me like this!”

“Done.” Id snapped her fingers.

“No, no ...” Rarity's normal voice said, fighting for control. “No, I don't want to be a bimbo. I don't want to spend a minute longer in this crazy sex hospital. Yes I do! No, I don't. Yes I do! No, I don't. Yes, you do! You want to be a good little bimbo nurse and suck all those deserving guys! They need – they need some beautiful lady to give them release, and that's you!” Rarity sank to her knees on the floor, the fight in her head proving too much for her to stand.

“Rarity?”

“Spike?” Rarity turned around to see Spike standing in front of her. He had grown since the last time she saw him. Or was that the hospital playing tricks on her? Either way, he looked like a fine, strapping young man.

“Spike!” Rarity exclaimed, crawling towards him. “I'm so glad you're here. I-I-I-I ...” Rarity's vocals felt like they were on repeat as the two halves of her fought. One side wanted to say “I need your help,” the other wanted to say “I want to suck.”

Guess which side wanted which?

“Is … she okay?” Spike asked.

“Oh no, she's not, Spike.” Id said, standing behind Spike and grabbing his shoulders in a seductive way. “You see, Spike, Rarity is of two minds right now. They're fighting over her body and who gets to be in control. Neither of them is going to win without help, and there's where you come in. You can help them. You can decide who gets to be in control. Do nothing, and one side wins. But there's something you can do to make the other side win ...”

“What's that?” Spike asked.

“Shove your privates into her mouth.” Id said. Spike had an understandable reaction of surprise to this.

“What? Really?” Spike asked. “She'd let me do that?”

“Don't you dare, Spike. Don't you dare!” Rarity's normal self growled at him. “I understand you're attracted to me, but this isn't the way to go about it. Gah!” Rarity clutched at her head.

“Come on, Spike!” Rarity's bimbo side sang. “Hasn't anyone ever told you much I looooove to suck? Come on. Shove it down my pretty little throat ...”

“I have no idea what's going on.” Spike said. “But I'm not going to turn down the chance to have sex with Rarity!”

“Yes, that's the spirit.” Id stroked Spike's shoulder and gave him a kiss on the lips.

Spike pulled his pants down and shoved his equipment into Rarity's mouth, just in time for Rarity's selves to swap and her normal self to be in control.

Rarity closed her eyes. Despite her normal self being in complete control, she still couldn't resist the urge to suck. Her tongue was moving practically on its own. Why couldn't she seem to resist? Was the bimbo urge inside just that powerful?

“I'm not sure she's enjoying this ...” Spike said, noticing Rarity's displeased expression.

“Keep going, keep going.” Id said, giving Spike another kiss on the cheeks. Spike's face brightened up, and he gave Rarity a thrust. Rarity suspected Id had applied some mind-control chemicals onto her lipstick.

Rarity continued to suck, her thoughts turning nebulous. It was like her normal self's thoughts and her bimbo thoughts were two rivers, separated by a dam, and the dam was opening, letting the waters of their thoughts mix and swirl together into one.

Rarity opened her eyes, letting Spike see the glazed-over, seductive look in them. Seeing her eyes made Spike relax, and Rarity could feel the tension in his muscles go away.

Soon, his equipment was pulsing, giving Rarity her only warning before it released, pouring a delivery of spooge into her mouth and renewing all the magical enchantments she had been under, her two minds merging into one, united by their love for swallowing.

“Oooh!” Spike screamed. When he was done, he pulled away.

“Good boy,” Id said.

“Okay ...” Rarity said, her voice going into a higher pitch, though not as high as it had been before. “We'll be … I'll be a bimbo for a little bit longer, tee-hee. So good ...”

“Yes!” Id pumped her fist. “Now, Spike, you deserve a little reward ...”

“You sure? That was reward enough.” Spike said.

Id swirled her hand through the air, the pink bimbofication mist becoming visible. Once she gathered a cloud of the mist, she put it up to Spike's chin. The mist absorbed into him, doing the same to him as it did Flash Sentry. His muscles grew, particularly in his chest and arms, stretching and expanding like inflating balloons until he was ripped, with his clothes being shredded in places. His equipment was given a boost, and his mind was suddenly occupied with thoughts of orgasming into beautiful, busty women with his boosted tool. Preferably in their succulent, big-lipped, submissive mouths.

“Now, Rarity needs a minute to collect herself, but I'm sure there's other girls in the hospital waiting for a big, handsome, muscular man like you to come and take them, like the predator you are. Rawr.” Id stroked a hand across Spike's spherical-bicep and growled seductively.

“Grr!” Spike smiled and nodded and left to go find these women she was talking about.

“Id?” Rarity asked, lifting her head up.

“Yes, Rarity?” Id crouched down next to her.

“You … you said a few things.” Rarity said. “While I was … arguing with myself. First, you seemed really desperate to make sure I stayed here.”

“Well, yes.” Id said. “Discord's decided the rules of the game, and he's decided that, when you say that you don't want to be a bimbo anymore – that is, without immediately contradicting yourself because your mind's torn in two – that is when the game will end, and I don't want to end it just yet.”

“Okay. Second, you said I … wanted to be a bimbo. Was that true, or just something to get my attention?”

“It's true!” Id said. “The first time you and your friends were here, Discord sent you all home with all traces of bimbofication magic wiped away. Except for a little part inside you that stayed. And do you know why? Because deep down, on some instinctual level, you liked it. You liked being a bimbo. That's why Discord brought you back here; because he decided to let that part of you grow instead of sending it away.”

“I did? I mean, now, sure, but I can't see my normal self enjoying it quite so much.”

“It was a kind of wish fulfillment for you.” Id said. “Rarity, you always want to be the most attractive lady in the room, and desired and lusted after by the guys. Being a bimbo nurse in this hospital lets you do that.”

“Yes. Yes, I guess I can see that,” Rarity said, “I mean, from a certain point of view ...”

“So ...” Id offered Rarity a hand. “Are you ready to get back to your regularly scheduled bimbo activities?”

Rarity grabbed Id's hand. “Like, totally! Where to next, Id, huh?”

“Where to next ...” Id rubbed her chin in thought. “Do you hear that?”

Rarity nodded. “Footsteps.”

Rarity and Id followed the sound of the footsteps, leading them to an adjacent hall downwards and to the right of where they were. They peeked over the corner to see Twilight Sparkle walking, accompanied by a copy of herself in long socks, sandals, and a dark blue blouse and skirt.

“Twilight and company.” Rarity said. “What are we dealing with here, Id?”

“Well ...” Id pulled out a monocle from nowhere and put it to her eye. “Wearing modest, conservative clothing, but still showing a little bit of her body … has a very neutral, thoughtful expression on her face … I'm gonna say that's an Ego. The one who tries to compromise between Id and Superego.”

Rarity nodded. “What's our plan?”

“Well, given that she's joined by an Ego ...” Id said, “I say we just go up to her and try to convince the Ego that finding and having sex with a guy is the best thing to do, and the rest will take care of itself.”

Rarity looked down the other hallway. “And what luck! There happens to be a guy coming right along.” Flash Sentry and his burly Superego were walking down the opposite hall from Twilight.

“Ooh!” Id squealed. “This couldn't be more perfect!”

"Oh, yoo-hoo! Flash Sentry!" Id waved at the two of them. "Would you come over here, please? There's someone we want you to meet!" The Flash Sentries walked over and joined them. "Wait right here, would you?"

Rarity and Id huddled behind a corner, waiting for Twilight and her Ego to approach. Twilight and her Ego arrived at the intersection of hallways and stopped at the sight of them.

"Rarity?" Twilight asked. "It's good to see you - this Ego of mine and I have been trying to find an exit from this hospital - wait a minute. What happened to you?"

"Oh, nothing much." Rarity waved her hand. "I just, like, embraced the bimbo that I know I am deep down inside. You should try it."

"Uh ... no thanks." Twilight said. She grabbed her Ego's hand. "Sorry, but I'm not interested in becoming a sexy airhead. I think my Ego will go back to trying to find an exit ... and maybe a cure for you along the way if we can."

“Oh, that's too bad, darling.” Rarity said, “What's wrong with being a bimbo? I feel good. And sexy. And my boobs …. are soooo bouncy! It's really fun. You should try it. Plus, all the guys here love me.”

“They only love you because of your willingness to swallow their – ugh, I can't even say it.” Twilight pinched the bridge of her nose.

“So? You say that like it's, like a bad thing!” Rarity said.

“It is a bad thing, Rarity,” Twilight said. “That's not love, that's lust.”

“Oh, what's wrong with a little casual sex between staff and patients, hmm?” Rarity asked. “So, like, um, on a totally unrelated note, could I get you to have sex with Flash Sentry here?”

“Really?” Twilight crossed her arms. “You're not even gonna try to be subtle and trick me? Just gonna come out and say it?”

“Might as well,” Rarity said. “See if it works.”

“No thanks.” Twilight held out her hand, to Flash's obvious disappointment. “If you want to stay here and be a giggling bimbo, that's your choice, but I am going somewhere else.” Twilight turned around and marched off. She looked behind her to make sure they weren't following and went on her way.

Twilight's Ego moved to follow her, but Id grabbed Ego by the arm and pulled her in. “Ah, ah, ah. We still need you for something.”

“Me?” Ego asked. “Why me?”

“Because you're connected to Twilight, and Twilight needs to be bimbofied.” Id said.

“I don't know if I'd say 'needs.'" Ego said.

“Well, she does!” Rarity insisted. “This hospital is no place for a regular girl to be walking alone.”

“Besides, think of the benefits!” Id said. “This hospital has a lot of secret benefits available only to bimbofied women. Wouldn't it be great if Twilight could use those benefits?”

Ego put a hand on her cheek. “Maybe … but are the benefits any good? What kind of benefits are we talking about?”

“Well, there's easy access to breast milk ...” Id said.

“Getting to spend time with fellow bimbos ...” Rarity said.

“And of course, spending time with the patients.”

Ego stroked her chin. “I don't know … those don't sound like the kind of benefits Twilight would be interested in …”

“Listen.” Id wrapped an arm around Ego's shoulder. “Twilight is going to be bimbofied, one way or another, as long as she stays in the hospital. And trust me, there is an exit, but it would take anyone a long, long time to find it. So wouldn't it be better to go ahead and get it out of the way, with someone we know Twilight's been attracted to in the past, rather than waiting for her to get caught by an unknown patient?”

Ego considered this for a moment. “Okay. I'm convinced. What do you want to me to do?”

Id pushed Ego towards Flash's Superego. “Simply wrap your lips around his equipment … and suck.” Ego nodded and got on the floor while Superego got himself ready.

“Are you sure this will work, Id?” Rarity asked.

“Oh yes.” Id said. “Twilight Sparkle will be running back to us any second now, and I can explain why. See, when Discord externalizes the personality – be it Id, Ego, or Superego – they are still connected to the original person they were from. What affects one affects the other. So any mind-control or behavior-influencing elements introduced to one will affect the other. I, as an Id, don't really suffer from this, because most of the time, you're getting seduced and having sex with a patient or turning someone else into a bimbo, which is what I wanted you to do anyway. But for Flash's Superego, you having sex with and bimbofying Flash affected him the same way.”

“And when Twilight's Ego swallows Superego's spooge … it'll have the same effect on Twilight Sparkle!”

Id snapped her fingers. “You've got it.”

“Say, Id?”

“Yes?”

“How do all you psyche mani-mani-fi-stay-whatever - have bodily fluids, anyway?”

Id looked down at her chest. She groped herself, squeezing out a bit of milk. “I don't know. I guess in my case, it's because my body takes on properties similar to yours.”

“That would explain it.” Rarity said. “So, like, now what?”

“Now we wait.” Id answered with a smile.

Some distance away, Twilight Sparkle was walking through the hall, hunched over in anger.

“I can't believe Rarity would – would submit so easily.” Twilight said. She continued walking and came to a stop when she got to an intersection. “Wasn't I down this hallway already? Ugh, why is it so hard to find an exit in this place!? Surely there must be some emergency stairs or something? If not, I'm pretty sure that's a violation of safe working codes!”

Twilight stood at the intersection, full of righteous indignation. She decided she would go down the left hallway, as it was one she knew she hadn't been down with her Ego.

“Let's go this way, Ego.” Twilight said. “Ego? Ego!” Twilight turned around and realized she had left Ego behind. “Oh no! Where did she go? Where did I leave her?” Twilight realized she must have left Ego with Rarity. “But that means ...”

Twilight's thoughts were interrupted when a sudden delicious taste smashed into her mouth and ran across her tongue. It was so good it knocked her to the ground on her hands and knees, and made her forget all about Ego or Rarity.

“What was that?” Twilight breathed heavily, putting her hands over her mouth. “Oh, wow … it's so good. I want – I want more of it.” Twilight panted and panted. She got her wish, as another sample of the mystery taste poured down her mouth.

“Ooooh!” Twilight moaned, her hand on her chin. She climbed up the wall and used it for support. “So good … so, so good. I have to find out what this is! I have to have more!” Twilight held the wall for support, resting against it as she climbed back to find help.

Rarity and Id were more than satisfied when they saw Twilight climb into view, laid against the wall.

“Rarity ...” Twilight said. “You've got help me. I need directions. I was walking down the hall when all of a sudden I was hit by this amazing taste. You've gotta help me find it. I need to have more!”

“Well, good thing for you, we know exactly where you can find it.” Id said.

“You do!?” Twilight exclaimed.

“Oh yes.” Id pointed at Twilight's Ego, who was lying down the floor with a triumphant-looking Superego over her. “That feeling you're feeling was from your Ego getting … comfortable with Flash's Superego.”

“You … you planned this.” Twilight said. “You know if my Ego got stimulated, I'd be overwhelmed and unable to resist.”

“Perhaps we did,” Rarity said.

“But tell us this, Twilight; were we wrong?” Id asked.

Twilight paused.

“No. I'm mad at you, but I want it so badly that I don't even care. Where is it?”

“If you want that taste, Twilight ...” Rarity said. “All you have to do … is suck Flash Sentry.” She gestured to Flash, who waved and smiled nervously. “But think carefully, Twilight. Once you do this, there's no going back.”

Twilight stared at Flash for a few minutes before nodding her head. “All right. Yes. I'll do it. I want it so badly I'm willing to risk bimbofication from sex.”

Twilight rushed over to Flash Sentry, eager to have her craving satisfied, even at the risk of being made into a total bimbo.

“Oh, Twilight ...” Rarity said as Twilight got to knees, and she and Flash prepared to do the same as Superego and Ego. “You never had a chance.”

“That's one more down!” Id said with a happy giggle. “Two more to go! Oh, I'm excited! I just can't wait for you to bimbo up the rest of your friends!”

“Why?” Rarity asked. “Why can't you wait? I thought bimbofying them was half the fun.”

“Oh, it is, I assure you!” Id said. “But there's something special Discord has in store for you once you've completed the bimbofication of all five of them. Not counting Flash, of course.”

“Like, really?” Rarity asked. “Can I see?”

“Well ...” Id rolled her eyes, turning away from Rarity. “I guess it won't hurt to give you a little peek.” Id grabbed Rarity by the wrist and proceeded to drag her through the hospital.

After going through several hallways and making many, many turns, Id brought Rarity to a room unlike the others she'd been in. Rarity guessed it was some sort of boiler or cleaning room. The room inside was devoid of the hospital's usual blue or white colors, instead having an old-timey brown and white checkerboard pattern to the walls. There was a large container in the center of the room.

“That,” Id pointed to the container, “will be your reward when your bimbofication of your friends is done. I imagine you'll quite like it.”

Rarity approached the container. She leaned over the edge and looked in, seeing nothing but a mahogany-colored liquid inside, her busty body reflected in the liquid.

“I don't get it. What's, like, the big deal?”

“Touch it.” Id said.

Rarity put a hand to the liquid. There was a ripple in the liquid, and a tendril sprouted out from it, shifting from inside the pool. The end of tendril adjusted and reshaped itself.

“Ooh! I see. It's one of those ... those slime thingies, like in the R-rated section of Spike's comic book store.” Rarity said. Without warning, the tendril shot up and shoved itself into Rarity's mouth, throbbing and pulsating as if it was holding back an orgasm.

And that seemed to be the case, as it released its hold, shooting a thick, gooey, spooge-like knockoff substance down Rarity's throat. Rarity didn't care that it was a knock-off – it tasted so much better than anything the hospital had offered so far.

With half-lidded eyes, Rarity began to suck the tendril, hoping for more. The tendril vibrated and pulsated, letting Rarity know it appreciated her affection. The tentacle began to retract into the pool, dragging Rarity with it.

“Ha-ha, okay! I think that's enough of a sneak preview for today,” Id said, grabbing Rarity from behind and pulling her away from the tendril. “Come on. This way.”

“Mmm … so good.” Rarity moaned in a daze. “The best yet ...”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Id said. “That's why it was supposed to happen after you bimbofied your friends. I think I may have made a mistake in bringing you here early ...”

Id pushed Rarity towards the door, but they were interrupted by something tapping them both on the shoulders.

“What?” Id growled, she and Rarity turning around. Two tentacles had emerged from the pool, and they forced their way into Rarity's and Id's mouths, pouring their delicious fluids into their throats. With the connection between the two of them, it just enhanced the pleasure to ridiculous levels; the taste that went down Rarity's throat went into Id's, and the taste that went into Id's went into Rarity's, leading to a perpetual feedback of delicious pleasure.

Rarity, enthralled, began to walk back towards the pool, the tentacle still thrusting into her mouth.

“Mmm ...” Id moaned, sorely tempted to just stand there and let the tendril orgasm into her before coming back to her senses and pulling away. “Rarity!” Id rushed and grabbed Rarity from behind, pulling her away from the tendril again.

“I want more!” Rarity yelled.

“I know, but we're not technically supposed to be here.” Id began to push out the door again. On her way out, Id slapped the tendrils. “No! Bad tentacle monster! Bad! You know you're not supposed to misbehave like that.” Id gave it another smack before finally leaving with Rarity and closing the door behind them.

“Come on,” Id said to Rarity, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Let's go find and bimbofy the rest of your friends, and then you have as much as you want.”

Rarity giggled. “Okay!”

Id guided Rarity into the hall, with a worried look over her shoulder to make sure the tendrils weren't following them.

Author's Note

Here's something I do have to say, in that I really liked the idea I came up with of hypnotizing Fluttershy to think she used to have big boobs, but got rid of them somehow, and making her want them "back." It's just - it's just funny to me.