Briiiiinnnnggggg!
	“Joey!”
	“Hi Mister!”
	It’s been a few months since my favorite mailman – er, mailboy started at the post office. An absolutely adorable little cheetah cub who delivers mail faster than any grown-up I’ve ever seen. I soon found out his name, Joseph, but everyone calls him ‘Joey’ because who can see a baby face like that and not give him a nickname that sounds as squishable as his cheeks. He’s been a gift to the neighborhood ever since, zipping around 6 days a week throughout the blazing Summer with a smile on his face. No obstacle, distance, or weather could ever seem to slow him or falter his peppy attitude – Except for one certain need. 
“Hmmm, I didn’t expect any packages today…” I teased. His little fidgets were obvious. 
	Joey blushed and shyly giggled. “Um…can I use your bathroom Mister?”
	I smiled. “Of course! Come on in buddy.” 
It had been a few months since the uh…incident in which the poor little guy had an accident in my house – which I may or may have not caused – but hey, I helped him clean up! Since then, my house has been a haven for him, always open for a mid-run bathroom break on those well-hydrated days, and always prepared with snacks and drinks for his arrival. Sometimes he would stay for his lunch break, and we’d eat over his favorite cartoons. I always made sure he left with a full tummy…and bladder. Thanks to my offerings he would occasionally come back for a second bathroom break after he finished his run, and the subsequent second helping of drinks would sometimes trigger a third break soon after he left too. How do I know that? He tells me.
	“Not an emergency today?” I asked. He walked by my side through the living room at a casual pace, far below his capabilities.
	“No Mister.” He shook his head and rubbed a paw just above his crotch. “My pee feels really tight inside, but my undies are still dry.”
	“Oh…that’s great buddy.” Ever since that ‘incident,’ Joey’s been acting…different. He’s still the same polite, upbeat boy as usual, but he’s grown outspoken with his bathroom habits. On most visits he’d describe his level of need in great detail, sometimes along the way to the bathroom if it wasn’t too desperate of an urge. And if he couldn’t spare the time before reaching the toilet, he’ll be sure to add it in when describing the relief he felt afterwards. And those bathroom reports usually included the state of his underwear too, telling whether he just barely made it with a tiny spurt or completely soaked that thin fabric… And on those longer breaks he spent eating his lunch with me, he’d give many, many anecdotes about near misses, interspersed with innocently pointing out his favorite characters on the screen. 
A part of me feels guilty for triggering these new habits and for basically encouraging them, but I can’t bring myself to stop him, he’s just too cute. And there’s nothing too naughty about a bathroom break, right? Though…knowing just how much liquids are compacted in that little bitty bladder makes my head spin. He always just barely makes it at his absolute limit, sometimes a little too late. His vivid descriptions of his underwear made it too easy to imagine just how ruined those little cartoon briefs are after each near miss. What I wouldn’t give for a peek at them…what I wouldn’t give to see his hot boy juices rain down his thighs again. Mmfh, I could feel my face warm watching the little urgent sways in his hips. I wonder just how much pressure he’s holding back right now…
	“But I don’t think I can make it to the post office,” He went on. “When I run fast my pee-pee really wants to leak.”
	“Oh jeez.” Oh indeed. I could imagine, running at such an extreme pace, every part of your body vibrating on those rapid steps, it would be far too easy for a numb and battered bladder to lose control of its heavy bouncing payload. A hot shower would splash off your legs on each stride, your insides feeling lighter and lighter and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. “G-glad you made it here.” I flustered against my true feelings. I stopped in the hallway just before the bathroom. For some reason Joey stopped with me, his feet doing little taps on the floor. “The bathroom’s all yours little guy.”
	Joey hesitated, taking a moment to squirm in place. His face strained with a giddy smile while he battled those sensations. Is…is he enjoying that? Then suddenly his eyes lit up, he gasped like he had found a pleasant surprise. “…Ok!” He piped and zipped through the door.
	Hmmm, my little mailboy must like the feeling…precious. I’m rubbing off on him in the worst ways. And as usual, he didn’t close the door behind him, yet another habit I should probably stop, but there’s no harm if it’s just the two of us, right? I resist the urge to watch and just perk an ear towards the door frame. Barely a second after he ran in, I heard that strong jet of urine patter into the toilet, followed by the sweetest little sigh. I bite my lip against the sound, I can feel tingles myself imagining how good that feels through his little tube…bet he feels so sensitive in his little parts when he lets go. And as usual, when I hear his stream start to weaken, I begrudgingly peel myself away back to the living room where he won’t spot my devious thoughts. I turn on the TV and go to his favorite cartoon channel, just in case my mailboy wants to stay awhile.
And moments later… “Mister, Mister!” Joey burst into the living room, taking quite literally half a second from when I heard his voice echo from the bathroom. I’ll never get over that speed. “Mis-” He froze just as he passed in front of the TV. I chuckled, it was like someone hit the pause button on their hyper little cheetah remote. He gasped. “Spongebob!” He took a second to take in the brightly colored characters on screen, but not even cartoons could hold back today’s excitement. “Mister!” Just one more millisecond, and Joey was hopping in place before me.
	“Did you make it buddy?” I placed a paw on his bobbing head. My eye followed that exposed underwear line just below his uniform shirt. His shorts shifted lower with each hop, teasing me with the threat of falling off. 
	“Ummm…” He brought his hops to a stop, his shorts still barely hanging on to his hips. His briefs, so generously exposed, were red with a polka dot pattern. It almost mimicked his fur, cute. “I made…most of it.” He said, a bashful yet cheeky smile on his face. “But it felt really good!”
	“Most?” My playfully exaggerated inquiry hid the naughty images running through my head.
	He nodded with a giggle. “Do you wanna see it Mister?” He asked, eager paws clutching his waistband.
My heart skipped a beat. “Uh-”
Before I could answer Joey merrily threw his shorts to the floor. He tucked his uniform shirt under his chin and leaned his crotch forward, presenting his almost nude bottom half in all its tight fitted glory. “A little came out before I pulled my undies down.” He shuffled forward with a scrunched smile as if he were presenting a prized toy collection. I was frozen, flabbergasted, flustered, and extremely so at that. “Look, look!” He tugged on my shirt, encouraging me to go lower for a better view.
I swallowed, my heart racing. This isn’t the first time he’s given me such an intimate view, w-well, I may have directly caused that first time, but this—this innocence feels terrifying. Not a hint of mischief in those big pure eyes. I really shouldn’t, but that adorable smile’s waiting for me…I kneeled and inched my head to his crotch. Right along his rounded red clad bulge was a darkened circle just under the diameter of a tangerine, followed by smaller drops up towards his waistband. Not huge, but not tiny. Must’ve raced to get his little wiener out at the first drips. “You see it?” He asked with a soft excitement.
“I-I sure do…” I could more than see it. The sting of fresh feline urine wafted into my nostrils, and I could pick up those hints of ammonia from previous dried stains. Not his first leak of the day. And my wandering eye took in more, his supple thighs made meaty from months of running, the contours of sporty cub muscle lines leading to his crotch, that lean cream-colored tummy, and the soft fur covering it all. He looked even cuter than my memory and imagination had served, such a perfect boy.
“It feels funny on my pee-pee…” Joey tugged on the waistband of his briefs, shifting the spot over his bulge. His hips and tummy shivered at the sensation, an amused smile on his face barely held back titters. I swear, I could see a few twitches from his length through that thin fabric.
I couldn’t help but smile back, the little guy’s enjoying himself. “Do you like how it feels?” He nodded, a shy blush grew across his face with the admittance. “Aww…” I rubbed his head. “Is that why you leaked earlier today too?”
Joey gasped, the look of surprise on his face was…surprising. Innocent enough to show me a fresh wet spot on his undies, but taken aback when I figure out he’s done it before. “H…how do you know?” His voice lowered to near a whisper in a mix of amazement, and what I really hope isn’t fear.
“Uh, lucky guess.” I said with the most harmless smile I could make. “You do tend to be a leaky, leaky boy.” I booped his bare ticklish tummy, his subsequent unbothered giggles revived my confidence. “Did you do it on purpose?”
Joey looked away with a small smile and reddening cheeks. “Sometimes…” He trailed off, fiddling with his briefs’ waistband while his eyes found their way back to the TV. His idle thumbs teased just a bit more of his pubic mound under that elastic. 
“Only sometimes?” I tilted my head and fluttered my fingers against his belly again. He flinched and skipped backwards, letting his shirt fall down while those chuckles rolled out.
“S-sometimes when I really have to go, I wait until my pee starts to come out before I go to the bathroom…” He spoke in that quiet, embarrassed, yet giddy way silly boys do.
“Oh? Why do you do that?” My own voice went soft with a needy intrigue.
“Because I really like how tickly it feels under my tummy and in my pee-pee.” He pulled aimlessly on his briefs, stretching them over his bulge and imprinting his boyhood’s shape through the moist fabric.
Ooh. That answer made the fur on the back of my neck stand. “Does it feel tickly when your undies are wet too?”
“Yeah…but on the outside.” He briefly locked eyes with me again and looked away with a nervous titter. “It feels really tickly when my undies are wet, and it rubs on my pee-pee…” He wiggled his hips to feel his briefs’ shift along his tender parts. “And my balls.” He chuckled at that word.
I chuckled with him, because at that moment I was ready to do anything to keep him going. “You silly boy…” That cute boy. That wet, leaky boy who gets his cubby bits worked up feeling the warmth of his own juices. I bet he does it everyday. I bet he stands before the toilet, twisting and squirming, a little stiffy leaking away as he bites his lip, holding on for those last painful, incredible seconds…
“Mister…” Suddenly a pouty worried look replaced Joey’s smile. My heart dropped. D-did I say any of that out loud? “Am I a baby if I wet my undies a lot?”
Oh…phew. “Aww, not at all buddy.” I tried to stop my paw from shaking and rubbed his head. “Don’t worry, nobody’ll be able to tell. And like you said, you made most of it. Don’t even gotta change!”
Joey’s eyes and frown shifted as he seemed to mull it over. “A-are you gonna tell anybody? My mommy will get really mad if she knows I had an accident…”
“N-no not at all!” I tripped over my tongue to spit that out. “They barely even count as accidents!” Oh, oh thank god…he won’t be telling anybody. He really is the perfect boy.
“You promise?”
“I pinky promise.” I stuck out the sacred finger. “It’ll be our little secret.” 
A bright smile spread across Joey’s face. He hooked his pinky onto mine and jumped for joy. “Thank you, Mister!” He latched onto me in a hug. 
“You’re welcome, buddy.” In my kneeled position, I could feel his bulge squish onto my knee. I shivered imagining the scent it left…
As soon as he let go, he popped his shirt back up and re-presented his near bare body. “Mister, can you help me with my pants again?”
I rather he kept them off… “Sure thing.” Joey’s parents began tying slip knots into his running shorts, so ripping them off in an emergency was no problem. Redressing however always needed help from a trusted grown-up. I gulped as I slid his shorts back over his hips and tried not to think of how his perky boyish curves would fit so easily in my paws. The front of the waistband got caught on his moist bulge, squishing his parts against the elastic. I gave it a gentle tug and it popped up.
“Ooh!” Joey flinched with a surprised smile.
“Sorry buddy!” 
“It’s Ok!” He replied cheerfully. “It felt good!”
“O-oh.” My shaking paws made tying the shorts’ knot take a bit longer, but lucky for Joey (or unluckily now?) his emptied bladder stayed patient through the wait. “There you go…” I ended with a little tickle on his belly before he could get his shirt down.
“Eee! Misteeeeeer!” He skittered backwards, pulling his shirt tight against his stomach. “That really tickles!” He whined in between giggles.
“Aw, I’m sorry buddy.” I totally wasn’t. “But I think I got something to make up for it.”
“Really?” Joey’s ears perked as he followed me into the kitchen.
“Mm-hmm…” Of course, I always had his baggie of his favorite cookies and a canteen of ice-cold refreshments ready. This time, fruit punch. His undies will be tropical flavored by the end of the day.
“Yay, yay, yay!” He hopped for joy receiving them, as he always did.
“Be careful, don’t get any crumbs on the mail.” I kneeled to stuff some napkins in his pockets, I could feel the lining of his briefs brush against my paw. “The neighbors’ll get jealous we didn’t share.”
“I will, I will!” His excited hops paused as the TV caught his eye again. “Mister?” He looked at me with those big purple eyes, a gentle smile stealing my heart. “Can I stay to watch Spongebob with you?”
“Of course, buddy.” I said with a head pat.
“Thank you, thank you!” He gave me a quick hug and dashed over to the couch, where he eagerly awaited my—far slower—arrival. 
Joey contently ate his cookies and took generous swigs from the canteen in between giggles and comments on the antics occurring on screen. He didn’t bring up his bathroom habits again, except for one little comment… “Ooh! Mister!” He rubbed his lower belly. “I can feel the juice in my…my um…”
“Your…bladder?” Those tiny hooks of excitement took root in my head.
“Yeah! It’s not tickly yet, but I can feel it-” Joey cut himself off with a gasp and suddenly laughed. “Mister, look!” He pointed at the TV. “They’re beating up Squidward!”
“Oh yeah, they’re getting him real good!” I forced myself to chuckle. My eyes focused on that little tease of a bulge between his open legs, the fabric of his shorts so casually laid upon it. With each little shutter and shift in his seat, those idle movements of his thighs, I had to wonder how that spot in his undies felt. Was it still damp? Was he trying to feel it on each move? Does it give his little parts that little tingle? I let those thoughts stay in my head, my hard-working mailboy deserves some time to innocently enjoy cartoons on his break. Knowing his new turn, I’ll likely get my answers soon.
“Thank you for the juice and cookies Mister!” Joey chirped, holding my paw and skipping along my side back to the door.
“No problem, buddy. Anything for my favorite mailman!” My cheery tone hid the nervousness in my voice. It’s been a really good afternoon so far, but I just had to make sure of something before he left. I opened the door and peered out on the streets. The neighborhood’s quiet today…good. I kneeled close, feeling my heartbeat pick up again. “Hey Joey, remember our promise.” I said in a low whisper. “We won’t tell anybody about our secret, right?” I stuck out the sacred finger once more.
Joey’s eyes lit up and he nodded, that alone instantly calmed my nerves. “Right!” He stuck out a pinky from around the canteen and we had an awkward but happy confirmation shake. I smiled and ruffled his head, such a good boy. “Bye Mister!” And with that, he scuttled off the porch and back to his mail cart.
“Bye Joey!” I waved. He took a moment to put his treats away and rocketed off down the street. Whew…Ok, wow…my head’s spinning, that was incredible. Maybe I did trigger this change, but he’s enjoying it, no harm done. And, it seems like he’s gonna keep enjoying it. Mmmm…he’s such a cute, perfect boy…
* * *
	Briiiiinnnnggggg!
	I sprinted to the door. I had been waiting on the edge of my couch with jittery anticipation for Joey’s return. “Joey!”
	And I found him twice as jittery as I was. “Mister, Mister!” He hopped in place, his paws shoved between his thighs, but his face showed nothing but joy. “I have to go to the bathroom really bad!” He excitedly announced.
	“Oh, quick! Come in, come in!” I stood aside and let Joey jog in. I took my time following him, letting him savor those precious moments of desperation. I smiled upon walking into the living room and finding him padding in place. “Aw man, you really do have to go buddy.” I said, nearly salivating.
	“I do, I do!” Joey brought his active feet to a pause as I approached, though he couldn’t stop those urgent twists and knee bends. “Can you help me with my pants please?” 
“Of course.” I always made sure the knots I tied on his drawstrings always needed help to undo, just to give potential visits more fun. And, I can say that this sure looks pretty fun so far.
“Mister, what’s the thing under your tummy that holds your pee called again?” He asked, a rush to his voice.
	“That’s your bladder Joey.” I said as I knelt down. He lifted his shirt with one paw, keeping the other tight on his crotch. The space just above his briefs’ waistband had a juicy looking bulge. “And it looks like yours is really full.” I hesitated for a moment, watching his little squirms and tugs on himself.
	“Uh-huh! Remember that time last week I almost had an accident?”
	“Oh yeah…” I angled my fingers around his little wrist and casually started on his shorts strings. “You had to go so bad you were about to cry, but you held it in like a big boy.” I reached up to pinch his cheek.
	Joey giggled, doing a happy urgent little jig that pulled the string from my fingertips. “I almost have to go that bad again!” He pressed his thighs together as he tried to stand still again. “My bladder feels really, really tight and tingly inside, like it’s gonna pop! My undies are wet too, I can feel it on the end of my pee-pee!”
	An excited shudder went up my spine. “Oh, really? Does it feel good?”
	“Yeah, yeah!” His impatient knee bounced. “It f-feels kinda warm and tickly, mmph!” He groaned, doubling over my faux-busy paws. Maybe a little too much thinking on the subject.
	“Hold on buddy, hold on.” I started to actually take care of the knot, as much as I knew…er, hoped, he would enjoy a nice hot accident, I wasn’t sure if he was ready for that quite yet. 
	“Oooh…” His face scrunched into a flustered pained smile, his hips slowly jutting from side to side. I chuffed watching him fighting those powerful urges to release, I know he was just loving every moment. What I wouldn’t give to know how his young innocent mind interpreted all those new feelings down there…
	“Done!” I let the strings hang loose and his shorts sunk lower on his hips. His briefs of the day had a yellow lightning bolt pattern on a white background, and black trim. Aww, suits his speed.
	“O-oh, Mister!” He stumbled sideways into crossed legs. “I-I think if I let go of my pee-pee it’ll come out!” An embarrassed smile and blush set on his face.
	At the sound of that a blush set on my face too. “You can make it buddy!” I secretly hoped for the opposite.
	“Aaah…” He bent over and took a deep breath as he stood back up straight, preparing for the final dash. “Peeeeee!” He sprinted to the bathroom and left my sight in a fraction of a second.
	I raised an ear, a shuddered gasp and then a beautiful sound of gushing relief. Barely made it again. I listened to his full 30 seconds of pure bliss, quite a heavy stream for such a young boy, before it petered out into the last sighed squirts. I heard his heavy breaths continue after his flow ended, the ‘poor’ boy’s overwhelmed by such a dramatic release. “Mister!” He called out, sounding almost sing-songy. 
“Yeah Joey?”
“Can I show you something?”
	Yes, please. “B-be right there!” I ran to the bathroom, I don’t know what I expected, but I knew it would be good. And good it was. The first thing I saw when I stepped through the door frame was Joey sighing with glee as he shamelessly shook the drops off of his stout pink-tipped member. When he let it go, it stood pointed up in a little cubby boner, his glans just barely peeking out of his foreskin. Ah, precious. I only got to enjoy that view for a second before he bent over to pull his briefs up with a content huff. 
	“Mister, look!” He pulled his underwear tight against his stiff twitching bulge. A large wet patch covered the front of his undies, creating a dark rectangular corridor that started at the top of his bulge and disappeared under his balls, presumably stretching into the fabric that touched those sensitive areas between his thighs. Whew, I felt my breath leave my body imagining how it all felt to his young budding parts, no wonder he’s hard. “My pee-pee leaked a lot again.” He shifted his underwear to rub the fabric against his excited parts and squirmed. “Ooh! It feels really, really tickly!”
	“Wow…” I whispered. I treated myself to kneel and inch in for another good look. That oh-so fresh smell kitty pee filled my nose once again, it stung so good. I huffed, it took all my power not to throw my face into it. “T-that sure is a lot there, b-buddy.”
	“I peed a lot into the potty too.” He rubbed just above his waistband where his bladder bulge formerly existed. “My bladder feels a lot better now.” He closed his eyes, rubbing his empty bladder and shifting his undies in tandem, just enjoying those feelings as his hard length continued to flex under the soaked wet cotton.
	My thumb rubbed against my fingers as it considered the urge to grab that hard bulge for him. Such a sweet innocent little guy, he doesn’t know how he could make the experience 100x better. “Does your pee-pee get hard a lot?” I asked, drunk with desire.
	“Only sometimes.” Joey gingerly responded, straining his neck to look down at his member’s imprint. “Like when my undies are really wet.” He sent both of his paws to stretch his waistband tight as he could, making the elastic linings around his thighs draw upwards. It exposed the creases of where his thighs met his torso, and gave a tease of his tender scrotum. He drew a breath and giggled, finding his own sensitivity silly.
	“Do you ever touch it when it’s hard?” I squinted at the strained shape in his underwear.
	“Not really. My pee-pee feels really, super tickly when it gets pokey like this.” He stretched his underwear once more and flinched for an example.
	“Hmmmm…” Such a sweet, innocent boy. He’s still so sensitive, he needs a gentle hand to show him a good time. But for today, he should just enjoy the moment. I smiled and laid a paw on his head. “You’re so cute Joey.”
	He giggled, turning red at the compliment. He leaned into my paw as I let it rub down the side of his face. “Do you like my undies, Mister?”
	“I do…” I said softly, forgetting myself in his big, enamored purple eyes. “They’re really cute, even when they’re wet.”
	“You don’t think it’s a bad thing?” He asked with a tint of excitement.
	“Of course not, it makes you feel good.” My eyes flickered down to his crotch, where his erection still stretched out his underwear. “And I really like it when you feel good.” I felt my voice get especially sensual on that last sentence, contrasting with his pure giggles. It made me chuckle. He should probably go before he gets in any trouble for being late, and before I say something I regret. “You ready for me to tie your shorts back on?”
“Ummmm…” His smile faded as he considered the thought. I like to think he weighed his responsibilities and exploring his new feelings with his grown-up friend. One day, hopefully very soon, he’ll be able to choose the latter with confidence. “Uh-huh!” That smile sprung back as he nodded.
I tied his shorts back without incident. My paw occasionally brushed against that hard flesh hidden underneath layers of fabric and evoked a twitch or too. I flushed hot. Oh, the feelings I could give him…the feelings I will give him. “Done.”
“Thank you, Mister!”
“Anytime buddy.” I led him back to the front door and gave him a goodbye hug. “And remember our promise?” I stuck out my pinky, just to get some reassurance.
“I remember!” Joey stuck out his pinky and the ritual shake took place. “Bye Mister!”
“Bye Joey!” He went back to his cart and zoomed off into the late afternoon sun. If the trend of today continues, tomorrow will be even more interesting…hope I can get him to stay for cartoons!