Softness

	Arel walked into the house wobbly-kneed and staggered into the kitchen. His normally thick, grey, fur would be poofy, but all the sweat had flattened it down, showing off Arels' chubby body shape. Arel needed his small stool to grab a glass out of a cupboard, and he filled it with cold tap water. Arel was grateful for the cool water that moistened his dry tongue. "Need to go to... the store for a second.... travel mug..." Arel tiredly spoke to himself. Taking several deep breaths in between drinks, Arel gulped down the glass of water. After refilling the glass with more water, Arel took his time to drink half of the glass.

	After a recent visit to the doctors, Arel learned he was quite chubby for his height. Arel started to try and jog after work, and in the mornings on weekends, to help loose some extra weight. Despite the chill of an early spring morning, like today, the jog back up the steep hill was killer. Arel felt too warm and sweaty despite the chill. Even after Arel felt like his own heart and lungs were going to explode, he loved the jogs. Muscles gaining stamina and having so much extra energy for the rest of the day, Arel felt better and more confident about himself after every jog.

	"How'd the morning jog go?" Joel, Arels' roommate, asked while leaning against the kitchen door frame. "Soooooo much easier than trying to do that than after work." Arel huffed, took another drink of water and continued. "It's freaking cold out there. Get used to it in a couple of minutes though. I didn't think I'd be this sweaty while it's cold out. Look at this." Joel got a good look at Arel as he spun around. With all of Arels' fur matted and sticking out in tuffs, Joel thought Arel went rolling down the hill instead of jogging. Only Arels' short tail seemed undamaged by the exercise. "You're going to need to shower. You'll be smelling like stale B.O. if ya don't." "I know, I know." Arel waved off the remark. "Do you mind getting my back fur? Arms are too short." "I'll get some towels." Joel happily agreed.

	Arel was the first feline into the hot shower, Joel followed in shortly after. The warm water smoothed down the rest of Arels' fur, showing off his body shape to Joel, who admired it from behind. Joel didn't have the poofy fur that Arel did, his brown and black-spotted fur was too short for that. Being twice Arels' height, Joel needed to lean down to apply Arels' special fur-shampoo. Rubbing and kneading the shampoo all around, quite a lather had built up. Arel and Joel laughed as they decorated there faces with bubble beards and mustaches. They both dodged and threw handfuls of bubbles of bubbles at each other. Arel scored a critical hit as a handful of bubbles landed in Joels' face. "Gahh! Pffft!" Joel shouted and quickly washed the pack of stinging bubbles away from his eyes, and bumped Arel with his hip.

	Getting out of the shower, and then drying, was the real trail for the two. Joel stepped out of the shower and dried off his own body in no time, thanks to the short fur. Not so much the same situation for Arel. As Joel finished drying, Arel was still standing in the tub, pressing and rubbing downwards to remove the majority of the water. Arel had to pee from chugging all that water but didn't want to soak the floor. Arel sighed as he knew it would take some time for his fur to dry enough to not make a mess. As Arel finally stepped out of the tub, Joel grabbed a second towel to help Arel dry. Arel rubbed down his belly, arms, and head while Joel dried down Arels' legs. Joel dried off Arels' fur aggressively, causing the fur to stand out in mangled tuffs. Thanks to Arels' special shampoo, for all of his fur, all the aggressive drying wouldn't produce any knots during the "combing" phase. As Joel was drying upwards on Arels' other leg, he looked up. The tip of Arels' penis was just peeking out from his sheath. It seems as though Arel still couldn't control himself while getting dried off from his friend. Joel slowed his drying rhythm, and as he neared Arels' groin and butt, Arel peeked out of his sheath just a little more. Slowly, Joel rubbed over to Arels' balls and dried them gently, in a circle motion. Arel said not a word and tried to ignore it. Joel dried upwards, making sure the palm of his hand rubbed over the head of Arels' dick, in the towel. Slowly, Joel dried down to Arels' balls again, then back up over the sheath. The slow rubbing brought Arels' penis into full view, and Arel had long stopped his own drying. Arel ditched the towel all together and groped his paw over Arel to make sure he'd captured all the shower water. "You're such a fuckin tease." Arel commented. Joel stood up and whispered into Arels' ear, "Well then, get decent, and I'll play with you some more."

	As Arel dressed his erection had softened, but the heat going through his body stayed, because of the words of Joel. Arel dressed with a soft, thick, and plushy pair of blue shorts with a stretchy belt line that hold snug over all the fur. No shirt, Arel never wore a shirt if he could help it. Arel left his room and immediately ran into Joel who was waiting outside the door. Joel was holding a pair of handcuffs that had an extended chain to them, as Arel couldn't reach behind his own back very well. Arel hadn't seen the cuffs in a long time. "Turn around." Joel commanded, Arel did as he was told. Arel felt the cuffs attached loosely around his wrists, hands trapped behind himself as far as was comfortable. Once the cuffs were on, Joel spoke up, "I bought 2 things I believe both of us will enjoy." Joel slipped a blind fold over Arels' eyes. The blind fold was snug and not a speck of light found its ways in from the sides. "A blindfold? What's the other thing." "You'll see." Joel replied, self-satisfied with his own pun at Arels' expense. Joel led Arel safely into the living room, where he planned on playing with Arel. "Here, drink some water. This other thing I bought can dry out the mouth." Arel was completely confused at what Joel was talking about but knew better than to ask, he would find out. "Say aaaa," Joel said. A mug touched Arels' lips and his opened wide for a couple of sips of water. "One more time. Say aaaa," Joel said again, once he removed the mug of water. A ball was placed on Arels' mouth. A ball that was big enough so Arel couldn't speak comprehensibly, but he could breathe just fine. "It's a ball gag, you talked way to much the last time we did this. Are you ok with it?" Arel nodded.

	Joel sat on top of 3 towels that were placed on the couch and lightly tugged on the handcuff chain for Arel to follow back. Joel sat Arel down on his own lap, Arels' head resting against Joels' chest. Joel started by rubbing Arels' shoulders, moved up to the neck, and worked his way up to Arels' sensitive ears. After teasing Arels' ears, Joel sifted through the thick fur on Arels' chest and stomach. "My god, all this lush fur of yours." Joel spoke to Arel. Arel didn't reply, couldn't reply. "I can't wait for winter again. I can sink my whole body in all of this." Arel was as relaxed as he was turned on by the massage, he began to purr. Joel loved the soft, thick fur that Arel possessed and spent a long time massaging, just watching his paws get lost in the grey sea of soft. Joel spread his knees apart, which spread apart Arels' legs as well, and started to slowly massage downward. Arels' heart started to suddenly pound when he realized Joel would start his playing soon and that he had forgotten to use the bathroom after the shower. All the water Arel had gulped down was coming to bite him in the bladder. Arel had been reminded as his abdomen tightened from his legs widening, but he didn't want this to stop so soon, so Arel said nothing. As Joel massage his way downward, he felt the tightness of Arels' abdomen and grinned. Joel had been around Arel almost the moment he back home and knew Arel hadn't used the bathroom. This was the only reason Joel was sitting on top of 3 towels. Joel skipped over Arels' abdomen, not wanting him to squirm yet, and rubbed over Arels' blue shorts. 

	Joel slid his paw down the center of Arels' shorts. "You're were the soft, thicker pair, I see." Joel said as he gripped the shorts. Joels' grip just so happened to be where Arels' balls were. Joel kept sliding his paw slowly up and down Arels' shorts. Joel kept kneading the thick fur of Arels' chest and belly with his other paw. "Why did you where these? Did you want something comfortable to wear, or did you want the feel of something soft and smooth?" Joel whispered into Arels' ear. Arel had gotten hard with all the rubbing and attention Joel was giving him. Joel could feel the erection through the shorts, but had ignored it up to now. "It seems that not everything is soft at the moment." Joel teased and snaked his paw under the waistband of Arels' shorts. Arels' heart seamed to skip a beat and start to pound harder. Joel touch the tip of Arels' dick and slid his paw slowly down the shaft, all the way down to Arels' balls and gripped them firmly. As Joel rubbed down Arels' dick, he leaned forward and placed his paw over Arels' bladder to "hold steady" and lightly pushed in. 

	The constant need to pee had been pushed to the back of Arels' mind until Joel pressed on his bladder. Arel groaned in the need to pee and in the need for attention. Joel released the pressure on Arels' bladder, causing near-instant relief for Arel, as Joel slid his paw back toward the tip of Arels' dick. Joel made sure Arel felt the soft firmness of his paw pads on the stroke upwards. As Joel reached Arels' tip, he played with it. Joel squeezed Arels' tip, he stroked slowly up and down, just over the head. Joel leaned in, gripping Arels' bladder for his hold again, and slid back down over Arels' shaft. Joel kept up his routine for several long, agonizing minutes for poor Arel. Each slow stroke downward brought Arel closer to cumming but each press on the bladder brought Arel close to peeing. Arel breathing quickened as he nearing climax, and Joel stopped. Joel brought his paw back up to mussing around in Arels' thick fur. Arel panted and throbbed at how close he'd gotten, Arel also groaned at how badly he needed to pee. Arels' bladder pulsed with his heart at how much he had been teased to pee, to just get it over with. As much as Arel wanted to get up and use the bathroom, he didn't want to ask. If Arel got up now, all the rubbing would be ruined. Arel struggled to not show that Joel was pressing on his bladder.

	Joel could feel the tenseness of his friends abdomen, as he went back to fondling Arel. Joel was surprised at how well Arel was keeping himself composed. Arel was weakening and the need for release was stronger. Arel groaned and tensed from the slow rubbing, but every press on the bladder brought a groan, sometimes a whine, and Arel kept trying to squeeze his legs together. Joels' knees stopped that from happening. After a couple more presses on his bladder, Arel was shaking from not pissing himself and shook to get Joels' attention. "What's wrong, getting close again?" Arel shook his head no. Joel pulled out on the ball gag so Arel could talk. "I need to get up." Arel spoke for the first time in 45 minutes. "Are you ok?" Joel asked, and knew what the response would be. "I have to use the bathroom. I'm going to piss myself soon." This was quite obvious for Joel, as Arel continued to try and squeeze his legs together. "I know," Joel started "You've had to go for a while know. Why do you think I've been pressing in on you?" Joel didn't help Arel up, but rubbed Arels' bladder in circles instead. Now that Arel knew Joel had been purposefully teasing him, Arel hid no pretense of not having to pee. "You hold it as long as you can, all the time. Sure, sometimes you have no choice. A bus, being stuck in traffic, or just being shy in public." Joel seemed to be talking to himself as he rubbed circles on Arels' bladder. Arel squeezed his legs with all his might, but could not close them. Arel wiggled to try and get away, but that only pressed in on Joels hands. "You always seem to piss yourself right when the bathroom is nearby. Like you enjoy holding it until you burst. I think you get off on this." Joel stopped rubbing circles and looked down at Arel. Arel was stretched out on Joels' lap and using his last bit of effort to not piss himself. The front of Arels' shorts already had a wet spot, and as Joel watched, it grew just a little bit more as Arel started to lose his grip. Joel tickled Arel and a spurt of urine shot out as Arel snorted. Arel could no longer hold out with the tickling and the stream of warm urine flowed. As Joel saw Arel lose all control, Joel stopped tickling his friend and placed a hand on Arels' bladder and lightly pushed, to make sure Arel wouldn't stop. Joel chuckled, "It's ok. You can't feel it, but I'm sitting on 3 towels, the long ones. You won't ruin the couch." Joel didn't need to press on Arels' bladder, he already tried to stop the flow and couldn't. Knowing that Joel had already sneakily prepared for this stole the worry off of Arels' face.

	As the flood came to a stop, Arel shivered. Arel felt so much better, a wave of pleasure and warmth flew through his body. That euphoria always flooded Arel every time he barely made it to the bathroom or pissed himself, it's the only reason that Arel always waited till the last second to pee. Arels' dick and bladder tingled with the relief of its burden, and Joel reach back down to start rubbing again. Arel bucked upwards a bit, completely shocked that Joel would continue pawing him, but reeeeally didn't want Joel to stop. Joel decided to stop bring his friend so close to the edge only to tease him. The urine added a slickness to Joels' fur and paw pads as he stroked Arel. Arel leaned forward and moaned at the speed and intense pleasure. Arel leaned back and huffed quickly and he neared climax again, heat soared through Arels' body. Joel wasn't very fond of being soaked in Arels' urine, he certainly didn't want to be covered in cum. Withdrawing his paw, Joel rub quickly on the outside of Arels' shorts with both paws. The warmth, the wetness, the softness sliding up and down over Arels' cock so quickly, was too much for the kitty. Arels' leg jerked out at the first pulse of cum. Arel stretched out as much as possible and groaned loudly. Joel kept up the swift rubbing as Arel came. Joel could feel each jerk of Arels' cock through the shorts and didn't low his rubbing till Arel was done. As Arel calmed down, Joel leaned back and removed the ball gag from his friends' mouth. "You paws are so soft." Arel spoke softly, for the second time in an hour. Joel recoiled slightly at the sour odor in the air from all the urin soaked into the towel and covering their bodies. "Looks like we need to shower again.... and do some laundry."