Throb.
Pulse.
Throb.

A familiar white moogle awoke in the darkness in a cold sweat, looking as if he had just came from a workout. His clothing tossed aside and replaced with yellow chocobo pajamas. He looked down between his legs, and blushed at the warm damp spot. No, he hadn’t wet himself, but the amount of times he had done this was getting more and more annoying. “That’s the third time this week…” He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, throwing his now soaked pants and underwear into the hamper, along with his shirt before taking a hot shower. At the very least his little emission meant he was no longer so horny, but those dreams were becoming more and more intense. “Maybe I need to see someone about this after all.”

One hot shower later, Erakir hopped out and put on his normal clothing, his jacket, his yellow scarf, his striped shirt and pants before he hopped out the door and grabbed his phone, writing a quick note down before looking over all the other notes. He wasn’t one for paying much attention to dreams, yet these ones were…different. He had written down each dream when he woke up, noting a very similar pattern between them all. At that point, he went about his day, doing the things that boring white mage moogles did, healing dungeons and helping people to the best of his abilities. It was difficult, being hit with constant tiredness, but it was a long, if boring day, ended by going to the cafe and having a drink with his friend dressed in a maid outfit, Khloe, a multi tailed fox anthro.

“I’m telling you, it feels like my entire life is becoming more and more involved with those dreams.” Erakir said with a sigh.

“They’re oddly specific and kinky, I like them.” Khloe replied with a grin as he sipped his tea. “So they’re pulsing and throbbing, nothing seemingly that good, but you wake up with a nocturnal emission afterwards. So you’re doing ‘something’ in those dreams that you just can’t remember.”

Erakir groaned. It was humiliating, so much so that he didn’t bring it up until today, yet he had to mention it to someone. “I don’t know what to do. I’m at the point where I’m thinking diapers are a good idea.”

“Why don’t you try…rubbing one out before you go to bed? That’s what I do. That way if you have any kinky dreams you won’t have any nocturnal emissions cause you already blew a load! That or…if you wear diapers and cum in them, you need to send a picture to me. Totally won’t share it online.”

“Thanks, I think.” Erakir sipped his own drink, a mixed chocolate with white creme on top. Yet, as he sipped the white liquid, he couldn’t help but feel that the drink had the slightest hint of cum, a taste he picked up now and again from eating or drinking…just about anything! “It’s been really hard to masturbate at all though. It’s not as if I can just activate it on command. There are like…certain times when I feel the urge and…” He paused. “Well anyway, it’s been a lot more than that too. Like, there have been weird things I’ve seen now and then.”

“What weird things? We live in a world with magic, furry creatures abound, and a plethora of crazy things.” Khloe commented. “Well, things that would be crazy in another world. What do you see happening here that you have never seen before?”

Erakir tried to recall the events. Occasionally it was little more than a minor slip up, as if he heard someone say something or do something which was easily dismissible, yet he turned his head and saw a creature with a large cock for a head. He stared at the being with the mushroom shaped head, complete with arms and legs walking around as if nothing was happening along with those near them not behaving any differently. He had to pause to wonder if that was normal, but it must have been. “I dunno. I just feel like I have cock on the brain sometimes.” He replied, his eyes fixated on the being.

“Psh, you need to cum.” Khloe replied with a laugh. “Just lay back and don’t think. Pulse and throb, pulse and throb..”

“Uh…” Erakir blinked in confusion. Khloe’s voice sounded…different when he spoke. “What did you just say?”

“I said you need to relax. Don’t think too hard about your dreams.” Khloe raised a brow. “You were looking pretty…glassy eyed there.”

Erakir grabbed his head and let out a soft sigh. “Yeah. These things are getting worse. The dreams feel like they’re lasting longer too and…maybe I need to see a doctor if this keeps up.” The thoughts of a big hard cock strong and stiff came in his mind the moment he mentioned up. When it came to sexual thoughts, he did have them from time to time, but this was wildly excessive! “Thanks Khloe. I think I’ll head home for the night.”

“If you want a good ass ramming, you know who to call.” Khloe suggested. “Or you know, there’s a club I know about if you wanna relieve that tension of yours.”

The moogle hopped off the chair, his pompom barely reached the table he just sat on. “I feel like I’m getting tension alright, a tension headache.” He replied. The sensation of…feeling full was certainly in his body.

Once back home, Erakir plopped himself onto the bed and opened up his laptop. He turned to his ‘homework’ folder and took out his furry shaft, already fully erect. “A quick round of masturbation, and then sleep. That will relieve all of this…growing pressure I have.” He said with a sigh. The pressure, that undeniable sensation of his balls feeling so full and ready to explode, something he felt more and more often lately which of course remedied itself in the morning, but it barely helped his repeatedly dampening sheets!

After opening up a few saucy pictures of R34 moogles and reading a few stories a certain herm horse wrote that absolutely was not in any relation to this story, Erakir soon found himself cumming, ‘blowing his load’ as Khloe put it, orgasming onto his soft fur with a smile on his face. He cleaned himself up before going back into his bed and covering himself up with his sheets with a smile on his face. The orgasm felt almost sudden, and sure he still felt a pressure inside of him, but he was content, hopeful that he would awake to dry sheets.

Pulse…Throb…Pulse.
There they were, those same feelings again, as if his whole body was throbbing with pleasure, the same experience he had just given to his cock not a moment ago, but throughout his entire being. He wanted to see where he was, or what was going on, yet darkness surrounded him. He tried to move, but the only thing he could do was twitch and shift upwards. Then, he felt it, a soft hand grabbing his entire being as if he were nothing more than a doll in the grasp of a giant. He was hardly being squished though. Rather, he was stroked gently, as if he were this thing's pet. Now more than ever, this dream was so real and so… weird. He tried to make sense of it, yet the more he was stroked, the harder it was to think. It was harder and harder, his thoughts made less and less sense until…

Erakir gasped, awakening once more in the middle of the night. That pressure throughout his entire body, gone, as well as a sense of relief, and at the same time, exhaustion. Then again, it was extremely late at night, tiredness was to be expected. Still, as he looked down between his legs, he groaned. Not only did he have a damp spot, but it stretched upwards, splatter of cum beyond his pants and even getting on his chest! “How did I blow a load that big…ugh…” He muttered before he got up and cleaned himself and a fresh change of clothing once more. “Maybe Khloe is right. Maybe I should consider diapers.”

Erakir found he couldn’t get back to sleep and with a sigh, he simply laid in bed wondering. He wrote down the details about that dream, but there was so little to go on. “I felt hot and like someone was stroking me and so stuffy…maybe it’s the blankets making me feel that way.” He glanced down at his sheets, decorated green and white with a magical aura drawn on. 

With little else to do, Erakir started up his day once more, going about his business as per usual. Things still felt so hot and stuffy, but it was summertime, that kind of weather was to be expected! In fact…he didn’t recall the last time it was winter. Though his tight clothing didn’t help either. There came some times throughout the day he wanted to be in the nude, but a nude moogle? Whoever heard of that?

However, as Erakir went about his day going to his job of healing, he noticed a bizarre thing. Everyone around him was naked! Not a single article of clothing to be found, yet everyone acted as if it were entirely normal to be walking around in the buff. Even as he healed the tank who had no gear on, they were taking no damage as if they were fully equipped. He knew it best not to bring it up, if only because nobody else was, yet it was still so weird to see every single person with no clothing. Every man, woman, and….well, every gender between. By the end of the day he was once again at the cafe, but now drinking with a Khloe who was entirely nude, showing off those sexes seemingly so proudly.
“So, did you cum in your bed last night?” Khloe asked.

“Who the fuck starts a conversation like that, I just sat down?” Erakir let out a frustrated sigh. “If you MUST know, yes I did. Moreover, I masturbated just like you said I should, and despite that, I wound up soaking the sheets in my cum! It was so weird, I had all of this pressure, this ungodly built up pressure inside of me…yet even after a quick orgasm, I STILL had this pressure but I went to bed, then I wake up with cum in my sheets and the taste of seed in my mouth!”

“If you still had that pressure, that means you didn’t orgasm enough!” Khloe laughed. “You have to cum and cum until you’re tired and drained, then I’m sure you won’t get any wet dreams. Of course, if they continue…” Khloe pulled out a big pink puffy diaper. “You can always wear this. You would be SUPER cute!”

The moogle practically buried his head in his hands. Masturbate until he no longer had that pressure? “You don’t understand. It doesn’t even…I mean it does feel like the pressure is in my balls but…” That sensation, that desire to cum again was growing even now and it was getting hard to concentrate. Maybe he should wear the diaper. He loathed the idea, but he couldn’t afford to keep washing his sheets again and again! “I don’t want to become some sex crazed nympho by cumming so many times. There’s got to be a point where I can just go to sleep!”

“If it’s what your body wants then you should do it. You should cum to your heart's content, and then cum some more. If it’s becoming a big problem, THEN you can see a doctor. Really though, I think if you can cum like twice, three times, or so much more in a short span? You’d be the envy of the town! Men and women would clamor up wanting to have fun with you and you could DO it! Imagine fucking all night and cumming again and again, that’s something most males could only dream of!”

The moogle kept his head buried down and let out a frustrated sigh. There had to be more to life than just cumming and masturbating, wasn’t there? He was feeling so hot and stuffy again. Worse yet, it felt as if the entire world around him was spinning. “Fiiiinnnee I’ll masturbate until I can’t masturbate any longer, then I’ll go to bed. If that doesn’t work, we can talk about the diapers thing, but for bedtime only!”

“And if you start cumming randomly in the daytime, you’ll wear diapers all the time.” Khloe added with a grin.

“Fine, whatever.” Erakir hopped off the chair and left in a huff. His shaft growing painfully aroused. Suddenly orgasming was not his thing! He just had to masturbate until he couldn’t do it any longer. His shaft was sensitive and eager to be touched just as he was to get home and forget this weird day of seemingly completely normal nudity. Several questions popped in his head over how everyone was behaving. Strangest of all was the fact he heard even more talk about cocks as he walked along. His big moogle ears picked up the words of those total strangers again and again, each one talking about lewd things as if it were just as normal as the lack of clothing they had. “I swear everyone is going crazy but me.” He mumbled as he got back home and went about his regular night time routine.

The only difference in this nighttime routine was when Erakir went to bed, he did as Khloe instructed. That pressure inside of him was huge tonight, and he had to masturbate. The first orgasm was achieved quickly, simply viewing a few pornography pictures of female moogles helped him out, and then he went deeper…this time pictures of female moogles exposing their cunts wasn’t enough no, he had to read Myu’s spicy stories, especially the ones involving males transforming into various things. Oh yes, that got him to reach another orgasm just as quickly, though each time he came was the same. A growing pressure, a shoot of cum from his seed, and then the desire to merely keep going and going, each time needing something else to get him to cum. However, each time he came, the overall desire, the horniness that was inside of him never seemed to subside. No, he had to view something else on the internet to cum again, and again, and again. By his fifth orgasm it was based on people transforming into pokemon in the most perverted, yet also attractive ways, but it wasn’t enough.

“I can’t…why is this pressure so much?” Erakir huffed. His chest covered in cum by now as he looked at his screen, an image of a familiar equine anthro herm horse in the buff, and his shaft ready to orgasm again at that. “Maybe I really do need diapers…” He groggily pulled himself out of bed and cleaned himself off of all that moogle jizz before grabbing a pair of pink diapers and getting into bed once more. As he drifted to sleep, he had one more thought before he was carried away into the land of slumber.
‘I never bought these diapers…’

“Mmmphhh…. It’s so much.” A voice spoke, a voice that sounded so far away from Erakir. Erakir tried to understand what was going on, but it was difficult as he was placed in that hot humid environment once more, complete with something wrapped around his form and stroking him up and down. His entire body was thrilled to be getting such attention, such desire. Whatever was going on up there didn’t matter, it was what he was experiencing. That voice became muffled once more as his thoughts quickly grew cloudy. There was no doubt about it, he was having that same dream as before, but this time it was so fantastic, so wonderful. He wasn’t sure if he wanted it to end. It reminded him of all of those times he just spent masturbating, complete with all that pent up pressure in his whole body. He had to unleash it! He had to let loose! He had…
“Cock!”

Erakir quickly awoke from bed once more, this time with his mouth full of a hot sticky substance. As he parted his lips, large white globs of seed shot out onto his body, and all over his covers, unleashing load after load of seed directly from between those lips. The taste a sweet warm sticky substance coming out and covering him, soaking his body and bed with more cum than he had ever come before.

By the time he had finished, Erakir threw his head back onto the pillow. His tongue rolled around, tasting the seed that he had just let loose. “Uuhhnn…” He mumbled. “How did I…what did I…” He tried to wake up, surely nobody just… orgasmed from between their lips, yet here he was, in a bed full of his own seed that he had just let loose. Diapers were hardly enough to cover this! No, he would need to cover every damn orifice of his body! Sure his shaft had orgasmed too, adding onto the humiliation, but it was a mere drop in the ocean of white substance that now coated his form.

The next morning was rough. The moogle cleaned himself off and his sheets once more, but the taste of cum wasn’t leaving his lips. He couldn’t believe he had done that. If what he had been experiencing through all of these wet dreams didn’t need any aid, then cumming from his mouth certainly did! Yet, the sensation of cumming from his mouth was… good. Orgasming from that cock between his legs was one thing, a small dose of pleasure, a sensation of enjoyment, a guilty happiness. An orgasm from his mouth though, that was a full body feeling of joy! Pure ecstasy that made his entire mind go numb and his body stiff and pulsing, throbbing like the thing between his legs! While something a moogle should never experience, at the same time…
He wanted to go through it again.

The moogle hopped out of bed and went about his morning routine, trying to forget about all of that massive pleasure he had just experienced, all of that joy and wonder that made his body stiffen in pleasure along with that thing between his legs. As he arrived to work at being the healer for the party though, the group smiled and greeted him as they normally did, but it was the ‘way’ they greeted him…
“Hey cock!”
“How are you doing dick?”
“Ready to get going, shaft?”

“My name is…” The moogle wanted to correct them on his name, but as he thought about what that name was, a blank drew in his head. What… what WAS his name? He had it for his entire life! How could he have forgotten it so easily? With a frustrating sigh, he accepted the party calling him Cock so casually, and just went about healing them, doing his job as per normal. The dungeon was hot and stuffy, but that’s how everything had been feeling lately. He just hoped he wasn’t coming down with something.

During the last boss fight, a fight with a large serpentine with so many heads, Cock watched as they cast a sleep spell targeted right at him. “Interupt i-!” he shouted, but it was too late. The spell hit him, and Cock was out cold.

“Uhn…” A voice picked up suddenly. Cock stirred, trying to wriggle, but he was frozen in place, stuck somewhere hot and dark. His body pulsed and throbbed eagerly, willing, wanting… something had to be done about him. He felt a warm grip suddenly wrap around him, a grip along with the sensation of a full blanket covering his form. “Stupid… wood. Go back down.” A male voice spoke up in frustration. While Cock didn’t ‘hear’ this voice, it was something he merely ‘knew’ what this thing was saying, this big booming giant voice as they held his stiff body.

Cock slowly opened his eyes as the dream ended. He grabbed his staff and quickly tossed out a healing spell. That erection between his legs began to pulse and throb so wantingly, so hard, it made focusing next to impossible. He managed to finish the dungeon, if only by the skin of his fur…or whatever that saying was supposed to be for a moogle.
 
The rest of the day came and went with his name often being referred to as Cock, but cock couldn’t think of what his name really was, so he just went with it at that point. Cock would fall under a few occasional sleeping spells and get the same bizarre experience, but he dismissed it and came back, and soon the day had been done and he was with his fox friend once more.

“So, how was your day Cock?” The two tailed fox asked. “Or rather, how was your night last night?”

“I couldn’t stop cumming. I gave up after like my 5th orgasm.” Cock replied, his head buried into his paws. “I just can’t figure it out. What’s worse is after I fell asleep, I came boatloads again, this time from my mouth! I can still taste the stupid white stuff…” He mumbled.

“You came from your mouth? How?” Khloe raised a brow of curiosity.

“I don’t know! My mouth was full, I opened it, and out shot load after load of jizz! I don’t know how I orgasmed from my mouth! It SOAKED me and my bed! I was absolutely covered in it and I had to clean myself off! It took SO much soap to get the scent out of my fur! I…I don’t know what to do. Diapers aren’t going to solve the situation if I’m shooting seed from my maw!”

“I don’t know if orgasming from your mouth is sexy or weird. Maybe a bit of both.” Khloe commented. “But it still sounds like you need to relieve that sexual tension. Maybe I should take you to a club I know. You can have a variety of fun there.”

Cock held onto his fuzzy moogle head. His ears twitched and he closed his eyes. For a brief moment, he felt as if his very soul left his body, placed elsewhere. The sensation of pulsing and throbbing continued, the feeling of being in a very warm place, bouncing around…why did it feel so comforting? Cock knew he was a…wait, what species was he again? Something fuzzy, but…did he even have fur? He had two big massive dangling balls between his legs, that much he knew, two huge testicles full of cum ready to burst at any moment, a sensation which intensified so much so regularly until he actually achieved orgasm, not necessarily through sex, but just by… something intensifying his emotions, as if someone was getting off and using him as a means to cum.
Cock came back to reality and sighed, brushing off that feeling of drifting away for that moment. “A club to relax sounds like fun.” He hopped off the chair, the two big balls that now went down to his knees bounced with his step. At first he thought something was off about having two massive testicles down there, two big white fuzzy ones, but no… Cock must have always had huge balls like this. This is what felt right, so it was surely so.

In a matter of minutes, Cock found himself at the front of a dark night club, a club that smelled so strongly of sex. As he stepped inside, his big balls bouncing and his entire body pulsing and throbbing with a sensation and a desire to orgasm, he spotted countless beings having sex so openly, it was too much to bear, an overload of porn, and yet at the same time everything felt so surreal. He needed a moment to take in his surroundings, to absorb everything that was happening.
“Did we just arrive here?” Cock asked. “I remember agreeing to this just like, a moment ago. And now we’re here?”

Khloe let out a laugh and gave Cock a slow stroke atop his furry moogle head. “You don’t remember! I drove you here and we stepped inside, come on I’ll show you around, unless of course you want to get straight to the fun. I’m sure you’d love some paws rubbing those huge balls of yours.”

Gods, the thought of big fuzzy paws rubbing on his balls made his body stiff, yet Cock still knew something was off, as if everything felt like a hazy dream. Part of him thought he had fallen under a sleep spell again. The entire interior of this club was hot and muggy. The floor was nice and soft, yet it almost had a bit of a bounce to it. Describing the interior outside of sex everywhere was rough. He saw many different species of anthros getting it on, and he too was more than eager, but at the same time he had to get his head in the game and focus! “I think I need something to drink to cool me down.” He rubbed his brow. “I’m getting so hot.”

“A drink? What’s that?” Khloe tilted his head in confusion. “Cock, you’re so weird! Come on, you gotta experience some orgasms, that’ll get your head back in the game!”

A drink? What… what was that? Cock swore he should have known that, yet the idea of what it once was escaped him. The idea of pleasure, of getting himself rubbed and pleasured to orgasm suddenly seemed so much more important, as if it mattered to him more than anything else out there in the world now. Yes, that’s what he needed. This place was hot, stuffy, and dark, as if the entire atmosphere in his world had undergone a change, a change he swore he dreamt about daily now, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. “R-right! Who do you suggest?” Cock said with an affirmative nod. His own shaft eager and ready, already leaking pre-cum onto those oversized testicles.

Khloe led him to one of the back rooms, something that seemed like a recurring theme in Myu’s stories, but Cock didn’t know that! Cock sat down right onto the bed and with a grin on his face, Khloe put his head between Cock’s two large balls. “Who do I suggest? Who do you WANT? There’s a LOT of possibilities here. What would feel really, really good on your balls right now? What would feel good stroking that big shaft of yours?”

Cock fell back with a shudder. The feeling of something against those huge balls was amazing! He was sure something was so wrong, something so off about his body and what he should be doing, but it was getting hard to be concerned about anything. What was he doing again? He was supposed to get pleasured and cum! That’s why he was in this club in the first place! “Oh….anything…anything will be fine.” He answered. Why should Cock be fussy? Anything stroking him would be amazing! Hands, paws, even being inserted into a tight warm damp hole, and… “Wait…what…?” He looked up again at the blue ceiling. There were no visible lights, yet he spotted a faint glow on the other end of the ceiling regardless. “Uhnn…just something, come on, hurry up!” It was so surreal, yet also so, so right. Cock, normally a… what was he again? He swore he used to cast spells, but no, this was his real purpose in life! He could get used to doing this all the time, and it had barely even started!

Then, before Cock knew what hit him, multiple fuzzy paws were stroking his big large balls, big giant bunny girl feet with pawpads so large and massive, stretching almost half of Cock’s height! Cock leaned back and moaned again, orgasming from that small shaft between his legs, and blowing a load from his maw once more, his mouth parting and expelling white seed, something he so happily did one more time, something he knew he did every night, yet this time it was while he was wide awake. He was sure Khloe saw it, yet it hardly mattered. He was here, he was happy, and he was free! He closed his eyes, blissfully orgasming again and again as he pulsed and throbbed, pulsing and throbbing away…

Cock ‘awoke’ once more, except this time, in this particular dream, things were more real than before. He dangled between the legs of a creature, something he sensed was a moogle, but wasn’t he a moogle? No… he was the cock of a moogle. God, imagine being anything other than a cock! What a silly thought!

“Ah dammit!” A voice shouted with a sigh. A moogle pulled down his pants and looked down at that white shaft with a blue tip. He let out a soft sigh and squeezed his cock, letting loose the bit of orgasm that was left from it. His yellow and white underwear were stained with the seed of that large shaft once more. He tossed his underwear into the hamper, cleaned himself up, and slipped on another pair.
“Every cock has to wake up at some point.” He told himself with a sigh. “And the sooner it’s awake, the better. Look cock, tomorrow I’ll get some of my lady friends to rub their paws all over your length, would you like that?”

Cock heard that voice loud and clear. What was that? Something about paws stroking him? Yes! That sounded so wonderful! Just like that time he was in the club! Well, the time he dreamt he was in the club! He wanted paws, asses, cunts, anything and everything, even just hands would suffice at this point. He throbbed and pulsed happily at that idea. He swore he had to go back to sleep, but he just couldn’t!

“That’s what I thought.” The moogle patted the top of Cock’s head and laid back down. “Now, let me get back to bed! Do what you gotta do best, just don’t disturb me again!”

While it’s owner slept, an owner Cock knew both his entire life, and someone he just met for the first time, he did just as owner told him to do, doing what cocks did best.

Throb.
Pulse.
Throb.