Briiiiinnnnggggg!
	“Joey!”
	“Mister!” He stood, holding his crotch tightly, but stood perfectly still and upright. Almost robotic in appearance, save for the smile that looked ready to fly off his face.
	“Someone’s looking happy today.” I ruffled his head fur. “Any good news?” He nodded with giggles. “Yeah?” His giggles were contagious. “What is it buddy?”
“I have to pee!” He said with a hop that I couldn’t tell if it was out of excitement or desperation. “And…something else!” He whispered the last words.
“Oh, something else? Hmmm…” I squinted at the waistband of his shorts, something shiny peeked out from underneath. And his hips had a tad of an extra bump. “What’s the other news?”
“I have to pee first for you to find out!” He said with hops that I was sure were out of desperation.
“Ok, Ok. Come on in buddy.” I stepped aside for his usual dash in, but Joey didn’t move. Instead, just barely holding back a laugh, he released his crotch and stepped into a wide stance. 
“I didn’t say I have to use the bathroom this time!” His knees shook for the few seconds it took to finish that sentence. Then, a sigh. “Ah…” And it was like a small soothing wave of relief flowed through his body. A melting expression starting on his face, with pee-shivers continuing all the way down to his wiggling toes.
I strained my ears and could hear a subtle hissing, not the kind of a hard stream hitting the rough surface of his underwear, but something more muffled. And as his stream went on and on, not one drop appeared on his pants. “Joeeeeey…” I smiled ear to ear. “You silly boy.”
“I feel a lot better now…” He let out a relieved huff through his nose and closed his eyes to enjoy those last few droplets.
“I bet you do.” I gave him a few scratches behind his ear.
“Do you wanna see the surprise Mister?” Joey asked, that excited grin shooting back on his face.
I did a quick look around. No neighbors out, perfect. I kneeled down and whispered “Sure!”
Joey giggled, tucking his thumbs into the front of his shorts. Just a quick flip and… “Look!” Yes! In view was the dull-yellowed front of a—formerly—white pull-up. Well, white with a chocolate-chip cookie pattern, the bottom most of which was slowly fading away to a uniform pee color. Adorable, I bet he picked the brand. “It feels really warm and squishy on my pee-pee!”
“Woah! Mommy put you in a diaper after all!”
“Noooo…” He cooed with a shake of his head. “These are pull-ups.” He proudly corrected. “And babies don’t wear pull-ups.”
“Ohhhh, right. Only big boys wear these.” Joey nodded in agreement as I reached a paw into his shorts. Of course, I had to give those ‘big kid’ pull-ups a touch. “Wow Joey, you’re right! Feels niiiiiice and squishy…” The front of his pull-up collapsed easily at a firm touch. The hot, soaked material felt so satisfying to squish, and judging by the hard twitching mass deep within it, it was equally as satisfying to the ‘big boy’ wearing them.
“Do big boys feel squishy too?” He watched my paw intensely, the gentle kneads reducing his voice to an excited breathy whisper.
 “They feel the squishiest, because only big boys can hold in this much.” I used my other paw to give him some ‘big boy’ head pats. Joey giggled and twisted around my rubs. I gave a much firmer squeeze on the bulge of his padding, just enough to feel moisture ooze out of both sides of the material and make Joey yip. I drew my paw out and took a sniff. Fresh, with a hint of baby oil. “I know you don’t have to use the bathroom anymore, but do you wanna come in anyway? We could watch some cartoons and have some fun.” I winked on the last word. It made me so happy that at this point I could flirt with my mailboy, yet he’ll still be my perfect innocent little cub.
“I can’t Mister.” Joey said with a hint of disappointment, before letting his waistband flip back up. “I have a lot of mail to deliver first. But can I come back later so you can do the thing to make my pee-pee feel good? Pleeeease?” He asked, holding my paw.
Aww, he’s got a busy day. But such a big boy for putting responsibilities first. “Of course, buddy.” And that pull-up will be even more soaked after long day too…he could get thirsty, no? “You want some juice to take with you?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” He nodded with a hop.
Of course he does…I dipped inside to fill his canteen with apple juice, something to help make that pull-up a little bit more yellow. I pulled him into a hug as I handed it off. “I’m so proud of you Joey, you’re such a big boy!” My paw landed low on his back, right on top of his padded rump. I let my paw sink in. Ooh, that satisfying crinkle, the extra softness it gave his tush. I was already jittering with excitement for his return.
He giggled pink and hugged back. “Thank you, Mister! I’ll be extra fast this time!” He waved, already skipping back down the stairs. “Byeeeeeeeee!”
“Bye Joey!” I waved, and my ‘big’ mailboy dashed off down the street. 
* * *
Briiiiinnnnggggg!
	“Joey!”
“Misteeeeeeer!” He jogged from side to side before the door. I could see the tell-tale crumples of his pull-up around the tight grip on his crotch.
“Uh-oh, looks like someone’s having an emergency!” 
“Aaahhhh, yes, yes!” His face strained, even his rapid run wasn’t enough to alleviate his bursting bladder. “My pee-pee’s gonna to leak!”
“Do you wanna come in?” I asked with a raised brow. He didn’t let go like earlier perhaps my mailboy’s looking give me a show.
“Yes, yes!” He grabbed my paw and hopped in place waiting for me to step inside. “Hurry, hurry, hmmmm!” He grunted as he switched to a cross-legged twist, smothering his wrist in tight boy thighs.
I hesitated just for a moment, drinking in that pure need on his face. The scrunched strain crumpled across his maw, and the tears welling in his eyes as he endured an entire ocean pushing on his little privates. It contrasted that subtle blush and that lusty open-mouthed pant. He’s loving every second. “Ok, Ok.” I stepped aside and let him pull me through the door, though this time his bladder was so full he could only manage a quick limp. He’s gonna destroy that pull-up.
It seems like we barely made it into the living room before his limit broke. “Aaaah, it’s coming out!” He let go of my paw and started dancing in a circle while hiking up his shirt. “Ahh, ahh, ooo, ooh…” His stomps and twists chopped up his whines. It took a few painful seconds too many to secure his shirt and tuck a thumb into his waistband. I could already hear a faint hiss when he pivoted from his circle to scramble back to me. “Look, look, look!” He shouted, throwing his shorts to the floor just as he stopped.
“Hmmmph!” He grunted, holding on for that split second to step out of his shorts into a wide stance. “Haaaahh…” His tongue lolled out his mouth and his eyes rolled back as that hiss roared into an explosion inside his pull-up. Thin strands of saliva stretched from his smiling open maw as he took heavy pants. 
My brows rose seeing such a hungry expression form on his face, he’s definitely feeling something more than just pee below the waist. And looking down at his pull-up, I was treated to an even bigger surprise. “Woah, Joey…” Trickles of urine branched down his thighs as if he had an accident in normal briefs. His oversaturated pull-up sagged low enough on his hips to the point it exposed the start of his crotch lines. The intense yellow coloration on its front reached further and further upwards, gobbling up each cookie and leaving the puffy surface shining in the light. “You, really had to go!” And judging from the sound of his strong stream, he wasn’t done just yet. 
Joey slowly giggled as he rubbed his crotch, absolutely drunk in the feeling. Those pee streams continued down his legs to pool on my floor, but I didn’t mind. A beautiful musky scent cloud filled the room. I inhaled and greedily huffed out that kitty boy essence, fresh. I kneeled down before Joey to get a better look at its source. “Are you gonna touch it Mister?” He asked, his voice near quiet with such an overwhelming relief.
 “Maybe…” I said coyly, prompting a chuckle out of him. That must’ve been a rhetorical question. I opened my paw and squished down on the bulbous tip of that pull-up. 
“O-oh!” The pull-up was so soft, almost like paper mâché, while his hot foamy urine ran through my fingers like crushing the juiciest lemon. I was having fun simply playing with his soaked padding, when I found that hard twitching pee-pee underneath. “Ah! M-Mister!” 
“Do you like it?” I asked, peering up with a teasy grin.
“Y-yes! Oh!” He could barely speak with those tender warm feelings engulfing his length. “I-it’s r-really, soft! A-ah!” He could barely stand still either, writhing in place, his feet splashing in his piddle puddle, the slowing streams raining down his legs flinging off in droplets. The rumble of rushing pee under my paw calmed as his bladder finally emptied out. His face flashed between strain to lewd open mouth pants as he tried to ride out my touches and that echoing relief. “O-oh, it’s dripping down my balls!”
“Your balls, huh?” I extended my grip to reach further back between his thighs and ensure his entire sack got some attention. More and more kitty pee rolled down to my wrist as I kneaded that oversaturated padding. I could barely make out his balls under the layer of soft sopping material, just vague tender lumps that shifted with each stroke, too easily blending into the cushion of his padded rump. Though, the eager flexing and straining from his stout member just above was still pretty easy to discern. “How does it feel Joey?” I asked, smiling at his flushed open mouth pants.
“Hah.” He huffed out when I eased off my grip. “I-it f-feels like there’s, there’s applesauce on my pee-pee!”
“Applesauce?” I chuckled, giving his padded bulge a few pulsed squishes.
“Ooh, aah,” He squirmed and shivered. “Y-yeah, like w-warm, really squishy a-applesauce…mmmmm.” He whined, tugging on my paws as they hesitated over his crotch. I chuckled, my mailboy’s all hot and bothered, I gotta make sure he has a good finish. I released his crotch and stood up. Joey gasped, a distraught and flustered expression wiping that pleasure off his face. “Mister, Mister!” He hopped, the bulge of his dripping, sagging pull-up bouncing with him.
“It’s Ok, it’s Ok.” I held his shoulders and guided him to turn around. I squatted down behind him, wrapping my arms around him and resting my chin on his shoulder. His little body felt so good in my grasp. So small, so tender, and just trembling with need, his bothered tail flickering against my midsection.
“Mmmm, Mister…” He whined, his twitching erection making his bulge move.
I smiled back at his pouty eyes at me. “I’m gonna make you feel good Joey…” My low voice made him shiver. I dragged a paw down his tummy, interrupting its gentle bobs with interrupted by ticklish gasps, before I found my palm gliding over his bulge again. I wrapped my paw around his length proper and slowly squeezed down, making Joey’s back stiffen with a huffy exhale. More urine flushed from the padding, Joey let out a surprised mewl as it splattered on the floor. How cute, embarrassed by his own puddle.
I continued my slow pulsed squeezes, feeling his hard member strain under my grip as if it tried to scream with all its might. I lightened my grip to curl my fingers around the back of his length and pressed a firm thumb down on the center of his shaft. I started small strokes, the soggy padding giving the most satisfying squish over his flesh. A few short, juicy strokes up and down, then a pause to squeeze down and massage his needly little kitten wiener in that slimy, gushy heaven.
“Aaah, aaaah…” He moaned deeply from the back of his throat, borderline purring. His face was a permanent red flush, with a tongue sensually dipping out of his mouth on each breath. He impatiently fidgeted in my embrace, his hips pushing into my paw to chase that feeling. Yet his young inexperienced body shivered with the intense touches. He could barely handle it, but he still hungered for more. 
And, I was happy to supply more. I shifted my other paw down and slipped it inside his pull-up. Joey yelped, surely not expecting that surprise. I leaned my head onto his while merrily fishing inside that soaked pull-up. It was so hot and steamy inside, I could feel the heat radiating out from the small openings around my wrist. The swampy walls of his padding squished against the back of my paw and latched warm pee into my fur. “You did such a good job buddy…it’s super squishy in here.” I explored around, brushing my fingers through his clammy crotch fur, feeling the hot moist spaces between his thighs and under his balls, and giving his cushy wet rump a nice squeeze. He flinched and whimpered, my paw casually brushing against his sensitive bits. Perhaps I should give them some direct attention. “Oh…what’s this?” I teased as I grabbed hold of his immature hard-on. 
“Mmmmhf…” Joey whined, pressing his body against me. I rubbed down his little wet tube, the slimy moisture from the pull-up letting my paw-pads easily slide down his flesh. I reached all the way down to the front of his padding to grasp his balls. I gave his tight little sack some rubs with the tips of my fingers, my palm teasing his erection with circular shifts. “Ooooh…” He sighed with a shiver. 
“You like how that feels Joey?” I asked softly, already knowing the answer. I could feel the racing pulse of his heart through his bothered privates.
“Uh-huh.” He nodded, rubbing his flushed cheek against mine. 
“Hmmm…” I released my grip on his bare genitals and used my other paw to instead squeeze down on the outside of his pull-up. “What about this?”
“That feels good too…mmmhf.”
“Which do you like more?”
“U-um…” His breath shuddered as I continued with my squeezes. “I-I don’t know…” I could see that tense look in his eyes as he struggled to differentiate my touches. “They both make my pee-pee feel really good…”’
“Ok…” I said, slipping my other paw back in his pull-up. “Let’s do both.” Using my fingertips, I started a stroke down his shaft inside his padding, followed by with a nice firm rub on the outside, making sure to tuck underneath and give his balls a wet squishy embrace. 
“Oooh…ooooh…” His purred sounds of pleasure vibrated through our contacted cheeks. That eager wiggle in his hips returned as I gained a rhythm. I alternated between direct rubs onto his bare flesh and padded squishes from the outside. Paw by paw, one after the other, playing my precious boy like a moaning flute.
“Hoooh,” Joey’s drowsy purple eyes went wide as he let out something between a gasp and a mewl. “I-it’s happening a-again!” His tummy tightened and his spine stiffened, his hips pushing further forward into my touches. “Aaah, aaah, it’s, it’s reeeally tingly!”
“Oh…” I sped up my handwork. “All tingly down in your pee-pee?” His kitty length quivered in my grip.
“Yes, yes! Ahhhh, i-it’s gonna explode!”
“Go ahead buddy…explode.”
“Ah…ah…” His raspy breaths sounded like a growl rising deep in his throat. Joey bobbed up and down on his tiptoes, stretching himself upwards and grinding onto me as if trying to climb away from that building, screaming pleasure in his pull-ups. But as he learned these past few days, not even the biggest boy can escape his body’s urgent needs. “Aaah…” He shuddered hard on that last breath, and for a moment went silent, his eyes wide and his head tipping back on my shoulder. Here it comes… “Aaaaaaaah!”
I squeezed and kneaded his bulge as fast as my cramping paws would allow, his shouts of ecstasy were worth it. His padding dripped and squelched around his throbbing twitching length, providing a lube to sweeten those surging touches. He bucked his hips in tandem with the crashing waves of his orgasm while his upper body stayed glued against my shoulder, just leaning back and riding out those explosions below his waist. His stiff kitten wiener pumped and pulsed with all of its might, trying so hard to produce that naughty big boy cream. I shifted one paw to rub the padding under his balls to cheer on his body’s big boy pursuits.
Joey’s moans grew lower in tone and further apart. I let my paws slow down gradually, trying to keep pace with his decaying crotch thrusts. It was like parts of his body finished one by one, his knees starting shake as his legs relaxed once more, his back slowly leaning against me, and his stout hard-on winding down to its last pulse. All nice and easy, the way an orgasm is supposed to end.
“Hah…hah…” Joey huffed out those last few buzzing echoes through his privates. He looked so precious, a red exhausted face, and those big innocent eyes frazzled from his experience. I moved my paws to give firm rubs on his upper crotch lines, something sweet to smooth out the double aftershocks of an empty bladder, and well worked out prostate. “Ooh…” He shivered and closed his eyes, any lasting tensions finally melting away. I couldn’t resist the moment, I turned my head and planted a kiss on his cheek. His fur felt so soft on my lips. “H-huh?” That surprised him enough out of his daze. He lifted his head and blinked at me. “Mister?”
“How was it, Joey?” I asked, rubbing his hip.
“It…it felt really good.” He said quietly, flickering his eyes away with a small smile. 
Aww, did my kiss get him shy? “I’m glad you liked it, I really liked it too. And hey, look buddy!” I pointed down at the puddle he stood in. It wasn’t too big, maybe a radius of a foot or so, much of it soaked into his discarded shorts, still seeping on the puddle’s edge. Clearly his pull-up caught as significant portion of his bladder’s wrath, but still impressive. “Even with a diaper on you still got really wet.” I traced the lines of drying ruffled fur going down his thighs, they stood out in a paler yellow than his natural cheetah pigment.
“Oh…” He frowned. “Sorry I made a mess Mister.”
His shameful voice sank my heart. “No, no, it’s Ok Joey, I’m proud of you! Only a big boy could hold in a giant puddle like that! Or, make a smell so nice.” I pressed my nose into his neck and took a long, exaggerated sniff.
“Aah! N-nooo!” He giggled and tried to squirm out of my embrace. “That tickles!” He playfully pushed away my face.
I chuckled, a sweet boy like him shouldn’t feel any shame from these ‘special’ moments. “Aww, but you smell so nice.”
“It does smell good…” His little nose took a wiff of the air and giggled with an extra blush, proud of his creation. “My nose is all tingly now.” He said, rubbing the end of his snout.
I checked my clock on the wall, time always flies by when having fun. “Well, it’s getting late Joey. You wanna take a bath?” I had a feeling I knew what his answer would be.
	“Ummm…” He leaned over to look down at his legs and wiggled his toes in his pee-puddle. “No thank you.” He said with a satisfied smile. He bent over to retrieve his shorts from his puddle, he seemed to get an extra boost of joy watching urine rain from them. 
	“Woah, you’re gonna be really wet when you get home.”
	“Uh-huh!” He nodded while casually stepping into his wet shorts. “And smelly! O-ooh!” He shivered while pulling the shorts up his thighs and tugging them into place over his pull-up. New ‘fresh’ rivers ran down his legs. “It’s still warm! And I feel my pee-pee getting stiff again…” He fondled his crotch, the soaked fabric had an audible squelch and pee poured from between his paw fingers. 
	“Do you think Mommy’s gonna make you wear diapers again?”
	“I hope she does…” He admitted quietly, but I could hear those giddy bubbles of in between his words. Oh, he’s perfect.
	“Do you want some cookies for good luck?”
	“Yeah, yeah!” He hopped in his puddle, making it splash.
	I packed Joey an extra big bag of cookies this time, a reward for such a big surprise today, and led him to the porch for our usual goodbye. I kneeled down, that stinging feline musk still wafting off his damp shorts and fur. It made him all the easier to hug. “Ah Joey…You’re the bestest, biggest, bravest mailman I ever had in my life! I’m so proud of you.” I rubbed his head when he unlatched. He leaned into my paw with a light blush, his purple eyes sparkling in the afternoon sun.
“Thank you for helping me feel good today, Mister.” Joey replied, his voice subdued with an intimate shyness. “If my Mommy makes me wear them again, can we do this tomorrow too?”
	“Of course we can buddy. We can do it any day you want.”
	He smiled from ear to ear. “Yaaaaaaay!” He hopped before pulling me back into another hug. “Thank you Mister, you’re my favorite person to deliver to, too!” 
	“Even if I don’t have any packages?”
“Mmm-hmm! I wanna come here every day even if my cart’s empty!” Aww, I felt my cheeks warm. Such a perfect, perfect boy. 
It hurt to let him go even more than usual this time. “Bye Joey!” 
“Bye Mister!” And Joey was off again, his soaked shorts fluttering around his rapid legs in the wind. But I know he won’t be gone for long. Because no matter rain, sleet, or snow, no matter hot, wet, and rarely cold, my perfect, brave, big-mailboy will always be back.