Clan Nutz wasn’t a well known clan. True, a human was working on getting a name for it, but so was Erakir! Well, more or less. The task was simple, to gather some magic books for research. During this time however, he found himself dealing with an older bangaa. The moogle wasn’t a particular fan of these creatures. Sure, those lizards were magical, but they were often so slow and annoying! The moogle’s ears were lowered and his eyes gazed to the side as he stood at the desk in front of a particularly busty female bangaa. He mumbled something under his breath, and the woman’s eyes went wide.

“What did you just say?!” The large bangaa hissed.

Erakir’s white and blue fur immediately stood on ends. “Erm… I was just… no…” He looked away from this big MILFy bangaa. Ugh, she was so big, old, and rude on top of that! All he wanted was to get these books and never have to deal with her again! It wasn’t as if what he said was even that big of a deal. Rather, that’s what he told himself. He shuffled uncomfortably underneath his purple coat. “Can I go now?”

“You commented about my size and age! I’ll have you know that for a bangaa, I am very beautiful. There are bangaa teenagers who would cream their pants purely by looking at a beautiful woman such as myself!” She posted her big long head in the air proudly. Had it not been for her breasts, it would have been difficult to tell she was even a woman! She lacked any hair on her head, she had a wicked face, and plenty of red scales covering her body.

Erakir had been trying not to be rude to this bangaa earlier. Maybe he said a few things under his breath, but his embarrassment and anger were reaching new levels. “Oh my god! You’re a woman?” He said in a fake surprised tone. He stepped back and pulled out his phone before suddenly snapping a picture of her. “Oh, you’re right, you are SO beautiful! How could I ever have not seen it before?” Fuck the library books. He had to get away from this crazy woman. He put his phone away and rolled his eyes before turning around. “I’m leaving. You don’t have to ban me, I won’t be back.”

“Your lack of appreciation for bangaas is appalling! Start over from the beginning with a new perspective! That will set your priorities straight!” She suddenly bellowed from behind his back.

Erakir felt a chill run down his back. He had a scarf, a jacket, a shirt, he was fully clothed and it was a warm day, so why did it get so cold? He blamed his nerves and just walked out without so much as giving a response to that stupid woman. He’d go to another book store to accomplish his mission, one without some weird big busty lizard creature in charge. How did lizards even have tits in the first place? Questions aside, he had a goal to accomplish. However, he couldn’t get the image of the bangaa tits out of his head. He blamed the weirdness of it even existing.

After a good hour, Erakir found himself in another book store and books in hand. This book store had a small cat boy in front, a happy one at that. Finally! Someone who wasn’t a strange lizard folk. However, he found himself with a few problems. He felt both bigger and smaller. His clothing was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable, much tighter than before. Worse yet was an erection that didn’t seem to go away. At first, his clothing hid his cock just fine. However, the bigger he grew, the harder it was to hide. He must have grown a good foot, and he knew it. Along with the books he had to purchase, he also bought one to remove curses, just in case that bangaa did something to his body. He recalled what she said and the curse sounded like some sort of regression spell, not one that should make him bigger! The erection was probably unrelated. He knew that if he was going to take the bus back to Clan Nutz though, that he was going to have to relieve himself of this growing problem.

Erakir set the stack of books he collected down onto a table and rushed into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and sat down on the toilet. Normally, bathroom toilets were so large. Few places accounted for moogles, and even though this business was ran by a small cat boy, the case was the same here. He pulled down his pants and revealed his stiff white cock and two furry balls, eager to cum. “Ugh…” He had so rarely ever had to ‘relieve’ himself of this issue before. He often did it for fun, but not in the middle of the day in a public restroom! He opened up the internet and decided to browse a collection of Myu’s stories and various other furry artists while stroking himself with his other hand. “I’ll just… one quick orgasm and I’ll go.” He said to himself with a mental groan. He had to figure out what was wrong with him! He came across a story of a moogle transforming into a big canine and getting fucked by another big dog anthro. While stories and art like this would normally help send him over the edge, this time the content did nothing. He was still rock hard, no softer, no harder. 
“This isn’t working…”

Picture after picture, story after story, the horny moogle couldn’t find something that was good enough to bring him enough to orgasm to get rid of that standing erection between his legs. He was starting to get so frustrated that he was ready to pull his pants back up and wing it back home, but then he came to a picture of a bangaa. He paused at the image of the naked lizard, seeing two mounds where tits would be, but a lack of nipples. Then, he saw the small slit between the legs of this female, one clear cut difference in the sexes of these creatures. He had no idea what a male bangaa cock looked like, but now he pictured it ramming this female slit. As he pictured that happening, the pressure in his shaft grew to be too much and then…
Splurt! Splurt! His small dick came, unleashing a few small waves of seed onto his crotch and hand. His blush deepened as he experienced such a sense of relief, but he orgasmed to a picture of a damned bangaa!

Erakir cleaned himself up and tried to pull back up his pants and striped stockings, only to find his clothing wasn’t up to the task of covering his crotch. He knew he had gained height, along with some other things, but this was ridiculous. His cock was exposed and it looked… like it had a tinge of yellow underneath the white fur? He’d have to look into that later. For now, he pulled up his pants as much as he could and heard a big RIP as they tore open, revealing a fuzzy ass and his exposed cock, which throbbed softly as if it hadn’t unleashed everything. “You’ve got to be kidding. How am I going to hide this?”

Erakir grumbled silently. His jacket and shirt were beginning to strain too. He didn’t want to have to leave this book store empty handed, but it felt as if that were going to have to be the case, he’d rush out with something covering his crotch and head home! He must have gained a good two feet in height by now, a noticeable change. His shoes were also becoming very uncomfortable. One thing he noted hadn’t changed in size was his pompom, or his wings. “I need that anti-curse book at least!” He told himself. That bangaa did something to him, no doubt about it. Merely thinking about her started to give him an erection again, but that shouldn’t be possible! With a frustrated groan, he took his jacket off and wrapped it around his waist to hide his slightly exposed ass. He then managed to pull the front of his pants up enough to hide his cock and left the bathroom. He bought his books, and then went back to Clan Nutz, doing his best to ignore how… messed up he looked thanks to his new height and clothing wrapped around his body. So long as he got out of the public eye and back into his private room in his clan, he would figure out what to do after that.

After what felt like an eternity, the moogle made it back to the hideout. He was now nearly five feet high and his clothing struggled to stay on him. He had hints of yellow patches on his body along with fur shedding from him. His shoes tore open and revealed pitch black claws, and he was a mixture of a moogle and a bangaa, something he had realized on the trip home, but he was unable to do anything about it until he arrived. Once he got into the clan, he was greeted by none other than the leader, the moogle Montblanc himself.

“Hey Era-my god!” The brown moogle jumped at the sight of the much larger Erakir. The only thing that really gave him away was the blue tints on Erakir’s ears, his pompom, and his signature clothing, though it looked like an adult attempting to fit into the clothes of a baby. “What are you doing? Have you seen yourself?”

Erakir quickly nodded while he slammed the front door. A long tail swayed behind him, smacking Montblanc’s face. “Ack! Sorry!” Erakir quickly turned back to face him. “A bangaa cursed me and I think they’re turning me into some sort of weird bangaa like them! I bought a book to cure it though, and the other books you asked me to get too!” He haphazardly dropped the books at his feet, showing that he unfortunately did not quite get what he said. Truth be told, he was too distracted with his thoughts that he didn’t realize he purchased…

“This isn’t what I asked for. This is a bunch of bangaa porn.”

Erakir looked down at the pile of books he had purchased, all soft cover magazines with pictures of bangaas, men, women, it didn’t matter. They were all lizardfolk, all in suggestive poses! What the heck had happened to him? He didn’t focus much, but he swore he did long enough to purchase the right materials. He felt… oddly young again, young, youthful, and so horny, though he was a mixture of moogle and bangaa, one with a huge erection that made it so hard to focus. He knew if he was going to make it through this curse, he was going to need two things. First, he was going to need to study and learn about bangaas, as he was clearly turning into one. The second thing he was going to need was better clothing. Thankfully the clan had bangaas for that, and unlike these magazines, they weren’t all perverted! Erakir raised his head to see a few of his clan members sitting around at the tables talking, but a few were looking at him. One of them was a male bangaa, and average was the best way to describe this one. He had a big black mage hat and blue clothing, a classic spellcaster, yet the sight of a real live bangaa before Erakir’s eyes was enough to make his legs quiver and unleash another load, this time in his clothing, and in front of his entire clan to see! He let out a soft moan, raising his head and closing his eyes. “F-fuck.” 

“ERAKIR!” It was so obvious what the moogle/bangaa creature did! Montblanc’s shout got the attention of the entire clan, all staring at him before they turned to the sight of the moogle/bangaa who dropped his scarf, right on time to see a yellowed cock unleash a spurt of cum out in the open for all to see!

Erakir huffed and puffed. He fell to his knees and lowered his head, ashamed at what he did.  He unleashed an orgasm in his torn clothing right in front of everyone, all at the sight of a bangaa who wasn’t even trying to look attractive! “S-sorry… I couldn’t… that is…”

Montblanc let out a frustrated sigh. “Get to your room and clean yourself up. We’ll send someone to help figure this all out, okay?”

Erakir took a moment to regain his composure. Thankfully orgasms led to a sort of after-orgasm clarity, allowing him a moment to recover. “Sorry.” With a slow and humiliating nod, he gathered his clothing and walked to his room. He would have ran if he wasn’t weak in the knees from cumming. As he marched on, his tail raised up and showed off his anus to all onlookers, as if inviting them to come have a good time.

Erakir got into his room and tossed his clothing aside. He looked down at himself and saw less fur than before. His wings and pompom were still there, but they looked like mere accessories on a yellowing bangaa. Undoubtedly he was becoming one of those lizard folks, but there was something off about him, something regarding his youth. He was… well, his age wasn’t that old, but he wasn’t that young. He was old enough to be out of college, out and about at a full time job and doing his part to help the clan. However, the more he looked at his body, the… younger he seemed? He didn’t feel incredibly young, but he felt super youthful, probably early 20s if he had to guess. “Am I really going to become some baby bangaa?” He groaned, fearing the worst if that were the case. He recalled one of the books he brought with him and stored in his clothing, one he put in there to be sure he got it inside and took it out. He slammed it on his mostly empty desk. “Bangaas for Beginners. This should tell me… most things I need to know about bangaas.”

The moogle… well, the mostly bangaa creature went right to work. He popped open the book and studied with a serious look on his face. He failed to notice the rest of his white fur shedding from his body and, while he still had blue marks on his ears that remained long, it remained impossible to keep them up. His ears moved down beside his head and his tail grew longer. He was a full-fledged bangaa, though he looked a bit scrawny for one. His wings receded into his body and his pompom fell off his head, much as he hated seeing it flutter to the open book. He let out a groan and continued to read, ignoring the erection between his legs. Most of the content within this book was quickly getting very, very boring for him, which he thought bizarre. 
Erakir wasn’t exactly a bookworm, but he didn’t learn how to cast magical cure spells from leveling up! He spent time studying and reading, learning every aspect of how a spell healed the body, removed poisons, and could even possibly revive allies from death that was unnatural! Still, he skimmed several chapters, only reading what felt important to him.

“Bangaas usually mature at age 15, but they can mature as late as 21. They also typically shed their skin once a year, and then less frequently after the first time.” He read aloud. Ugh, so they really were just like lizards, right down to the skin shedding. “Bangaa can live twice as long as a human, but rarely procreate.” Erakir was ready to argue that with his erection, his cock which grew with his growing body, not becoming a giant oversized thing, but just large enough to make it difficult to hide under any form of clothing.
“At least I didn’t literally shed my moogle form. Gods, that would have been horrifying.” 
He would have normally said ‘kupo’, but such an otherwise natural word dropped from his vocabulary.

“Despite bangaa’s rarely procreating, this is not because males are infertile. On the contrary, males have an incredibly short refractory period. They will be able to orgasm only minutes after the first!” This explained why he was continuously getting erections, though it hardly explained why he was orgasming so much! That is, unless that evil bangaa did something to his sensitivity, but the book didn’t go into that much detail, not that it had to. Erakir knew all about the young perverted mind, he was young once!

Becoming a yellow bangaa wasn’t enough for him. Erakir felt the chair he was sitting in start to creak, not from him becoming fatter, but just becoming larger. Time and time again things that were once so huge to him now were much smaller. Even the doorframe, something he never had to worry about, was close to hitting his head before! Now, as he turned back to it, he noticed it wouldn’t be long before getting out of his room would become a struggle! He was a bangaa, a naked yellow horny one!

With a knock on the door, Montblanc opened it up. At first, the moogle was taken aback by the sight of the creature, but after seeing the blue pompom on the ground, and the blue ears along with Erakir’s eyes which had gone unchanged, he knew who this creature was. “Okay. So, what have you figured out, Erakir? If anything.”

“I… learned about bangaas, and that I’m definitely not an average one.” Erakir turned to Montblanc and looked down at him with humiliation. His cock looked much thinner and a bit longer, now with two large scaly testicles filled with seed begging to come out. He just had to masturbate and orgasm one more time! However, this little moogle wouldn’t cut it. That didn’t mean he didn’t picture that small fuzzy brown ass, it merely wasn’t enough to send him over the edge. “I’m bigger, and um… hornier. I can’t stay in this room too, cause I’ll probably destroy everything at this rate!”

“Right. Well… there is a way to make sure you don’t… make a mess of everything when you orgasm, but I don’t know how much you’ll like it. As for your growth…” He groaned. “I guess we can… we can’t have you sitting in the clan halls, so you’ll have to find a place to sleep outside!”

Erakir feared sleeping outside, but there was a private combat area. Well, mostly private. The fences were pretty tall, but that was when Erakir was a moogle. Still, he was eager to see what Montblanc came up with. “What’s your invention to make sure I don’t cum all over? Is it magical?” He imagined a pair of pants or a kilt that hid his erection as well as let him freely orgasm inside of it again and again! The now bangaa couldn’t wait! He wanted to read a little bit more about bangaas, though his attention span was getting to him. Along with his youthful demeanor came the attention span of someone younger, who struggled to pay attention to much of anything but his horny hormones.

A few minutes later, Erakir sat outside with his hands crossed and looking down angrily. He wore a diaper between his legs, a big white padded one that grew with him in size. Sure, he could change his own diaper, but there was nothing the clan had that would work except for magically growing diapers, and they only got this because of the underpants incident! 
So many souls lost that day.

Still, despite sitting outside as a large bangaa with an erect cock poking through his diaper, he wasn’t that macro. He was simply forced to sit out here in case he grew any bigger, at least until they managed to figure out what this curse did. The clan did manage to figure out a few things with his curse. First, of course he became a bangaa. Second, he was younger. Based on what the spell did, he was unlikely to regress beyond college years, which he was grateful for. Thirdly though, something changed his mental state, but they were still investigating as to what that was.
Erakir could have told him that the horniness was one thing. God, he just wanted to cum again. He had such clarity after an orgasm! Unfortunately, Montblanc did not give him any of his sexy bangaa magazines. Even his phone was out of reach! The big naked Erakir, now measuring a good ten feet tall, grumbled to himself as he pondered what to do. It wasn’t like Montblanc gave him any tasks outside of ‘don’t be a huge embarrassment to the clan or we might have to expel you.’

Erakir raised his head suddenly at the smell of something. He knew the creature he had became picked up scents much easier, and this scent was… it was unfamiliar, yet it aroused him, not that it was a particularly hard task. He walked over to the fence and leaned down, knowing he was now tall enough that he would stand over the blasted thing. He poked an eye through one of the openings and noticed a bangaa on the other side. He couldn’t tell what gender they were, but it didn’t matter. ‘Oh that’s… wow…’ He reached down and stroked his crotch through his diaper. This red bangaa wore a white robe and was clearly practicing white magic, something that was hardly sexual. However, Erakir’s mind couldn’t get the perverted thoughts out. He saw the claws underneath the robe and imagined it stroking his diaper covered crotch. “F-fuck… why… why do clawed feet turn me on so…” He mumbled. He knew he had to keep quiet. He was hidden behind the fence and some shrubbery, but little else. Still, his pulsing and throbbing grew, all the more thanks to how sensitive his dick was. Maybe that was part of the curse, he’d find out at some point, hopefully sooner rather than later. For now however, unable to control himself, he stroked his cock inside of his diaper straight to orgasm, all at the sight of the creature beyond the fence, and picturing all of the things they would do to him.

After some time, Montblanc walked out of the guild and to the yard where Erakir sat. Erakir sat with his back to the fence and his erect cock still poking up his diaper. His yellow face was red with humiliation as he had just orgasmed, yet he was ready to do it again.
“Okay. so I had one of our best mages go through what was going on with your curse.” Montblanc explained. “But… it’s not good. We went through your physical regression, but your mental one is worse!”

Erakir frowned at that news. Worse yet, Montblanc wasn’t a bangaa! Dammit, he wanted to see another one to orgasm too, just one! The one creature from the other side of the fence left. Montblanc took so long that the once moogle came two more times between the first orgasm and Montblanc’s appearance! “What issss the newssss?” He asked, his voice trailing in the ‘s’ sounds, just like his species normally did.

“Mentally, you’re becoming that of a horny teenager! Well, a horny college student.” Montblanc explained. “But that also includes the attention span of one.”

Was that why Montblanc was keeping the explanations short? It was true that Erakir was having problems focusing. The thought of sex was constant on his mind, though he managed to control it slightly better around Montblanc, though that was primarily because the clan leader was a moogle. Had he been a bangaa, Erakir would be creaming his diaper three times over! Oh, a dominant bangaa ordering him what to do sounded so hot! He pictured Montblanc as one of those creatures and immediately began to feel tense.

“Moreover, you’re always as sensitive as one, so each orgasm feels like your first time and is always as good and… hey!” The moogle’s ears lowered at the sight of Erakir’s glazed smile. “Dammit Erakir, pay attention! If we don’t do anything, you’ll be stuck like this!”

Erakir stuck out his slick lizard tail before pulling it back in with a grin on his big wide flat face. “Hah… will I uh… keep growing?” His hands stroked himself above his diaper, not caring the clan leader was watching him. Oh, giving Montblanc a creampie full of his cum! That also sounded so hot. ‘Imagine if I’m cursed and he transforms too. I’d love another bangaa to be with and fuck all the time!’

“No, you’ll be a good 10, maybe 12 feet tall. I’m not sure if you’ll ever get out of this curse unless you get help and… dammit Erakir, I can’t help you if you keep masturbating like that!”

Masturbating, having his hand on his crotch, felt like second nature at this point. Picturing Montblanc as a horny bangaa like him was just too hot to stop thinking about. He grabbed the top of his diaper with his other hand while stroking with another, feeling the pressure begin to build up once more. How many times had he done this? Did it matter? He wanted to keep on doing it, and he wanted a partner in crime to fuck, and to fuck him right back! “I- I can’t… ahn!” He lowered the top of his crinkled accessory just as he suddenly orgasmed, unleashing a load of seed directly onto Montblanc’s face! His shaft splurting his jizz openly directly onto the moogle. He couldn’t help himself! So what if he got kicked out of the clan for it? It’s not as if he was able to do anything for them in this form anyway, and he had no intention of turning back! Every orgasm was too good! His ears rang, his feet trembled, and it took every ounce of strength not to fall over from how fantastic he felt!

Montblanc opened his mouth to speak again, unfortunately a load of Erakir’s white jizz whizzed between his lips and he involuntarily swallowed it. Another load got onto his eyes, but he was able to close them just in time. He took a moment to process what just happened. His brain was hot and fuzzy. He wiped Erakir’s sticky cum from his eyes and immediately went red with rage. “That’s it… ERAKIR, YOU ARE…” He paused. With a sudden “Urp” He swelled in size, growing to 10 feet tall, just like Erakir. His fur shed from his body and revealed red scales. A big tail slithered out, and from his naked body, one could see his cock pulsing and throbbing to life. His pompom fell from his head, and his wings vanished. In an instant, he was a red bangaa, just like Erakir. Based on his appearance, the two of them were of similar ages too.
“Uhn… w-what was I going to do again?” Montblanc blinked. Everything happened so fast he didn’t have time to take in all the new smells, the sense of vertigo, the… horniness he had over wanting Erakir’s body. He imagined the duo fucking one another endlessly. He couldn’t help it! He was a horny bangaa!
Just like Erakir.

Erakir’s cock refused to lose its erection at the sight of the sudden transformation. Based on Montblanc’s look, they were as dumb and horny as Erakir was. “Oh… I um….” What was even the right word to say? The sight of this male bangaa made him lose track of every thought in his head. Focusing on much of anything for that matter felt impossible. Every time his mind went to something else, it lasted less than five seconds before it returned to the creature in front of him, and he knew the feeling was mutual.
“I uh… did think of a new name for me. J'alam. Cause like… it’ll… people won’t hear Erakir, they’ll hear J’alam and they won’t recognize me as part of the clan.” He felt so… horny! He kept telling himself he wasn’t dumbed down, which was true. However, being constantly horny for that bangaa ass or cock didn’t exactly help his intelligence.

Montblanc stared blankly at Erakir for what felt like an eternity as his mind tried to process why he was so angry at him. Why be mad at such a sexy beast? The two of them were giant bangaas with cock on the brain and little else, not that anything else was important! Maybe people would see them. Heck, he knew clan members were staring at them from outside the building, and going out in public like this would be a whole new level of humiliation that neither of them had experienced before, yet… Montblanc was looking forward to it. He was ready to unleash a load of cum right between his own legs and onto Erakir, though he had a feeling Erakir would like it. “Okay, um… J’alam. So, we can’t… we can’t do clan stuff until our forms are fixed. I was going to give you a job, but I don’t remember what that was.”

“Was it to make out and fuck each other senseless?” Erakir, no, J’alam asked. “Cause I kind of want to.” His cock in that scaly ass, and the shaft of Montblanc’s in his own. Pawplay, anal, oral, and all forms of sex in between anywhere and everywhere sounded so hot. That would distract him and give the clan plenty of time to fix things! Maybe. He would have to lose his diaper around Montblanc when the two were screwing one another. Although if they were going to be together, they’d probably each need a diaper anyways, because they were most definitely going to orgasm a lot around one another.

Montblanc paused again before nodding. “Um… yeah, I think so.” With a small smile and nod, he wrapped his hands around J’alam and kissed him with those big lizardy lips.

J’alam kissed right back and pressed their cocks against each other, causing them to orgasm together for the first, but definitely not the last, time. The clan could take their time trying to cure them, if there even was a way to fix their forms. Two horny bangaas going at it again and again did not sound like a bad idea at all to him, and he was confident Montblanc felt the same.
