Hot Kofe

"You can't avert your eyes forever, Jeff, and you're going to have to touch me eventually. Just relax, you might even enjoy yourself..."

Kofe reached past him and turned a dial on the wall, Miller having to lean back to avoid being knocked unconscious by her furry boobs. It was no exaggeration, they were genuinely large enough and heavy enough to constitute a real threat, even if they were wrapped in doughy fat and plush fur. Ending up in the infirmary due to a boob-induced concussion wasn't something that he needed.

Warm water began to pour from the shower head, immediately flattening Kofe's puffed up fur as it splashed across her chest and shoulders. It made her downy coat cling to her figure, accentuating it even more than usual. There was no question now as to where the fur ended and the flesh began, it almost looked like she was wearing a white catsuit.

She took a minute to let the water cascade over her face, fiddling with the temperature until she got it just right. It was a wonderful feeling to wash away all of the sweat that had accumulated, Miller running his fingers through his hair and across his chest, enjoying the sensation. Kofe watched him, pulling the curtain of wet hair that had fallen over her face aside, and he soon stopped when he realized that she was ogling him.

"Don't stop on my account," she said, smirking at his red face. "You should probably remove that towel, by the way, it'll get soaked."

There was no way, and he shook his head defiantly.

"It'll get heavier and heavier until it falls off," she laughed, "is this your version of a striptease? I have to wait for the towel to slide down on its own?"

"You just do your thing, and I'll do my thing," he said. She leaned over and plucked a bottle from the steel bench behind him, and he noticed that there were several such containers lined up along its length. She upended it into her furry palm, a strong scent of tropical fruits rising to Miller's nose, then she began to spread it on her fur.

"What are those?" Miller asked, "some kind of shampoos?"

"Soaps, conditioners, that kind of thing. I have to clean and treat my fur after using the sauna, I can't leave it all puffed up like this, I'll get split ends."

"Did you bring that here in advance or something?"

"I come here pretty often, I just leave my stuff in one of the booths so that I don't have to carry it around with me."

She rubbed her hands together, creating a foamy lather, then she began to spread it across her chest and neck. Her palms were so fluffy that she could use them like a loofah. It smelled strongly of fruit, very pleasant, mingling with her natural scent in the small confines of the booth. He watched as her hands roamed slowly down towards her breasts, her large fingers sinking up to the knuckle in their malleable flesh as she squeezed and kneaded.

Miller knew that she was putting on a show to titillate him, yet he was transfixed, he couldn't look away. She lifted them so effortlessly despite their obvious weight, letting the fat spread between her fingers like wet clay, as if she was attempting to mold them into some new shape. Soap suds clung to her sodden fur, making them slippery, her digits gliding deftly across their surface. He noticed a pair of pink nipples protruding from the fur, an unwelcome throb surging through his loins.

She let them fall heavily, gravity wresting control of them like two bags of cement, knocking together enticingly as she shifted her weight. She crawled her fingers down to her belly, as soft and as deep as her bust. It almost looked like it was full of water, but he knew it to be flesh, the physics of her body mesmerizing as she worked the shampoo into her coat. The Polar could bury her hands in it almost up to the wrist, like she was fluffing a feather pillow, taking great handfuls as the velvet fat deformed and shifted like fresh dough.

When her questing fingers neared her thighs, he turned his back to her, both to give her privacy and to make sure that the aching erection that he was now sporting was well hidden. He turned his face up towards the shower, hoping that the cool water might quell the burning in his cheeks. That was the prescription for unwanted arousal, right? A cold shower.

There was a loud slap, and he shivered, feeling Kofe's furry hands on his shoulders. They were damp with water and soap, so large that her claws reached his chest. She massaged him slowly, her grip surprisingly strong, soap suds sliding down his belly. Those wicked talons were lethal, but she was very careful with them, her fleshy pads smooth and spongy against his skin. He couldn't help but roll his head back as she drove her thumbs into the base of his neck, kneading and rubbing to ease the tension out of his muscles. Her wet fur felt wonderful, like a bath towel made from the most expensive and luxurious fabric.

Her large body interrupted the direct stream from the shower head as she loomed over him, what water that reached him pouring across her shoulders and chest before it got to him. She drew closer, keeping up her relaxing massage as Miller felt the yielding meat of her breasts squashing up against him from behind, the paunch of her belly bumping into his lower back.

It took every last ounce of his willpower to stop himself from simply falling backwards into that lavish cushion of damp fur and plush fat. It would have been like plunging into the most comfortable bed ever made, those mammoth breasts enveloping him and her arms wrapping around him, surrounded by Kofe on all sides...

He shook his head, dispelling the intrusive thoughts and brushing her hands away.

"Communal bathing is normal for Polars you know," she said, sliding one of her soft hands down his back and ensuring that he felt the tips of her claws as they traced his spine. "Do humans not wash together? How do you get at those...hard to reach places?"

"We manage," he grumbled, his blood pounding in his ears as he struggled to collect himself. God, the touch of her fingers was like an electric shock. She knew exactly how much pressure to apply with her claws, like a woman lightly running her fingernails across his skin to tease him.

"Well, I need some help," she said. "There's a lot more of me than there is of you, so how about lending me a hand or two?"

He felt her moving, the booth so inadequate for containing the alien that her protruding breasts and belly scraped against the wall when she turned around. Her butt bumped into him, very nearly bouncing him into the wall. It was as springy as rubber, he could have bounced a bowling ball off of it.

Miller turned to face her now that she had her back to him, the Polar no longer able to ogle his conspicuous erection, and he was met with a solid wall of fur. Her hourglass hips very nearly touched the sides of the stall such was her girth, her rump large enough that he could have wrapped both arms around it and they would not have come close to meeting on the other side. Her long tail waved back and forth impatiently, thinner now that her puffy fur was wet, making it look like a length of hose.

Kofe knelt suddenly, sitting on her heels, the ample fat of her cheeks spilling around them like molten plastic until he could no longer see them. She peeked back over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes alight with what he now recognized to be Polar mischief. She used her prehensile tail to reach out and grip his wrist, guiding his hand towards her back.

She planted it deep in her silky coat, his hand vanishing up to the wrist as her sodden fur engulfed it. He could feel the supple fat beneath, and deeper still was firm muscle. Even with Kofe crouching, she was only just at head height, Miller having to raise his arm to touch her between the shoulders.

The alien withdrew her tail, then used it to pluck the bottle of shampoo from her hand, passing it back to him. Miller took it, staring at it as if he didn't know what to do with the item.

"Wash me," Kofe explained. "Don't be scared, you can touch me wherever you like, however you like..."

He squeezed some of the viscous liquid into his hand, staring up at her and feigning reluctance as she watched him expectantly. He kind of liked the way that she felt, the sensation of touching her...but he wasn't about to admit that to Kofe.

He rubbed the gooey concoction into her fur, making slow circles and using his fingers like a comb, pushing them deep into her coat. It was a kind of unintentional massage too, he could feel the muscles shifting and twitching beneath her layer of velutinous blubber wherever he touched her, Kofe rolling her shoulders and exhaling as she reveled in the sensation.

"Unf. Those humans fingers are putting in work," she sighed, conveying her enjoyment through the sultry tone of her voice. "Deeper, don't be afraid to get rough, it feels good..."

Thanking his stars that she couldn't see the tent that he was pitching beneath his towel, he did as she asked, kneading and clawing at her. She arched her long spine, her ears flicking and her tail curling, Miller marveling at the way she reacted. It was kind of fun, flattering even. She was so much larger than he was and yet he could make her wriggle around like a human lover who was completely under his power.

No, he shouldn't think of her like that. She was an alien, completely different from a woman. Yet she was so human in so many ways, in all of the ways that counted. Pound for pound she was the equivalent of several women...

Miller cursed his wandering mind, trying to focus on what he was doing, moving his hands across her broad shoulders as he spread the suds. He quickly realized that this was no trivial task. It was like shampooing a bearskin rug by hand, if he had stretched it all out, he could have used it to carpet his living room. His arms were already becoming tired, and his fingers were aching, unaccustomed to the strain of massage.

He squeezed out another handful of shampoo, the flowery smell rising to his nose. He used significantly more this time, and he wondered idly how many of these bottles she got through in a month. They were human-sized, obtained on the station it seemed. It made her smell...familiar, tricking his senses, a Trojan horse made of lavender and citrus.

Miller moved down her back, Kofe shifting and wriggling as his fingers crawled down her spine. He traced the wide curve of her hips with his soapy hands, then paused at her haunches, unsure of how to proceed. The Polar chuckled, the movement making her ample cheeks wobble, then reached behind her with her tail again. It was like a damned tentacle, incredibly dexterous and flexible. She hooked it around his wrist, guiding his hand lower, her grip firm but gentle as she prevented him from pulling away.

She slid his hand across her butt, pressing it into the globe of fat. It was like sinking his fingers into warm cookie batter, the muscle beneath springing back to its original shape when she released him.

"I think you missed a spot," she teased, flashing her reflective eyes at him over her shoulder.

He steeled himself, spreading the shampoo across the upper half of her cheeks, skirting the base of her tail. She flinched when he dug his fingers into the spot where the appendage joined to her body, a violent shiver rolling through her. Miller wondered for a moment if he had hurt her, the alien sitting as still as a statue, her muscles tensed. He heard a comely sigh, then she slowly sank back down to a relaxed posture like deflating balloon. Apparently not, she seemed to have enjoyed it a great deal.

Curious, he repeated the gesture, scratching the base of her tail with his fingers. Kofe jumped like he had hooked her up to an electrical current, her hips rolling reflexively as if she was doing a sensual dance. He withdrew his hand, looking up at her as she peered back over her shoulder. Her eyelids were drooping, and she had a predatory look about her.

"Do that again, and I can't be held accountable for my actions," she whispered. Miller couldn't tell if she was joking or not, erring on the side of caution as he roamed lower.

Kofe stood suddenly, surprising him and very nearly knocking him off balance. Her ample cheeks bounced as they settled, now at chest height to him. What she wanted was obvious, and he slid his hands lower, the soap making her fur enticingly slippery. Her rear was large enough that coating it with suds required considerable effort, Miller having to stretch his arms out to reach around her sides, like he was trying to hug a furry barrel of crude oil. She was as wide as three or four men standing shoulder to shoulder, it was almost alarming. The flesh here was just as soft and flexible as her breasts, spilling between his fingers whenever he got confident enough to give it a squeeze. It was like a pair of exercise balls that were being pressed together, the abyssal cleft between them deep enough that a small child could have gotten lost in it.

She hadn't reacted when he had squeezed her, and so he grew a little bolder, cupping one of her cheeks and weighing it in his palm. It was heavy, so much so that he had to strain to lift it, her flesh spilling over the sides of his hand as it sank into her. When he released it, the weighty globe fell back into place, a subtle ripple spreading across her cheek like the surface of a lake.

"Having fun back there?"

He blushed, moving on and pretending that he hadn't heard her, his fingers reaching her furry thighs. They were no less doughy than her other features, his digits delving into her velvety fat up to the knuckle. Beneath it was muscle like steel suspension cables, alarmingly firm and unyielding, providing her with the immense strength that moving her enormous body around required. He was struck again by the contrast between her outward appearance and her body's underlying power.

A human of these dimensions would be a bedridden invalid, and yet Kofe was agile and spry. Not only did she have enough muscle and strong enough bones to support her considerable weight, but he got the impression that her dimensions were not unusual for Polars. She had no difficulty getting around, besides her problems with human-sized doors. She was as healthy and as alert as anyone that he had ever met. She almost seemed to have a childlike energy about her, far more active and lively than her size would lead one to assume. She could even operate in Borealis gravity, which was thirty percent higher than Earth-standard, presumably without any great difficulty.

Her thighs were as round as tree trunks, Miller's hands able to meet on the other side, but only just. He ran out of shampoo and poured another handful of the creamy liquid, beginning to spread it again as her tail waved back and forth, batting his face with her wet fur.

Kofe twitched when his hands glanced her inner thighs, although he was careful not to roam too high, the giant feline enjoying the sensation of his fingers delving into her fur as he washed her. He reached her calves, which had less insulating fat and were even more powerfully built, and then he withdrew. It seemed that she didn't expect him to wash her feet, but she waved her long tail in his face, bothering him with it until he gripped it in his hands to stop her thrashing.

"Do my tail," she insisted, and he began to run his soapy hands up and down its length. There was a large amount of fur to give it that puffed up look, but it was currently soaked and clinging to her skin, making it appear flatter than it usually did. The tapered appendage was perhaps a little thinner than her wrist, also packed with muscle to give it the dexterity that would allow her to manipulate objects with it, and the strength that let her lift him off the ground.

"That feels good," she sighed as he rubbed the soap into her downy coat. "I should have you do this more often..."

His hands skirted the base of her tail, and she tensed up again, a sharp gasp escaping her throat. He quickly retreated, releasing the appendage from his grasp. Her back, butt, and legs were now coated in a thick layer of foamy shampoo. She was far enough forward in the booth that the stream of cool water didn't reach her, splashing against Miller's back instead.

Kofe began to step backwards, forcing Miller to retreat until he felt the cold metal bench against the back of his legs.

"Kofe!" he complained as he lost his footing on the slippery floor, his ass landing on the metal seat with a thud. The Polar continued until his shoulders were pressed up against the cold tile of the wall behind him, her butt filling his field of view. Wet, soapy fur engulfed him, the weight of her rump pressing down on his thighs as she rested it in his lap. She was sitting on him, not putting all of her weight on him as that would have been dangerous, but enough that he had no hope of freeing himself from beneath her bulk. It was like she was giving him an unsolicited lap dance. He tried to push her away, but that accomplished little besides making his hands disappear up to the wrist. It was like trying to lift a giant bag of sand from beneath.

"What the hell are you doing?" Miller grumbled, his voice somewhat muffled by her fur. Her tail was draped over his shoulder, curling around his neck like she was trying to hug him with it.

"I need to wash all this shampoo off," she replied, as if she was unaware of the fact that he was about to be lost between her cheeks.

"You're crushing me!"

"No I'm not, you'll be fine. It's not my fault that the booth is so small, I need to get under the shower."

He struggled, but it was to no avail, finally accepting his fate as the flow of water from the shower head cascaded down her back and carried the soap suds away.

"The shower head is adjustable," he grumbled, "you're doing this on purpose."

"Slander," she replied sarcastically, "I would do no such thing."

She was no doubt grinning to herself, but he couldn't see anything besides white fur. It was so silky, and it smelled wonderful, imbued with the fruity scents of the shampoo. It pressed heavily into his lap, the erection that he was hiding beneath his towel sinking deep into her flesh. He could feel her velvet fur brushing against the material. It was tantalizingly close. What would it feel like if it were to rub against his naked skin? He ran his hand through her coat, the wet fur gliding across his palm, his member throbbing as his imagination got the better of him.

He could tear off his towel and thrust into her cheeks, feel that damp, velvet fur wrap around him as his member sank into her warm flesh. Kofe wouldn't care. In fact, she would be delighted, she was only doing all of this to tease him and to wear him down. Having him leap into her arms and beg her to have her sordid way with him would be literally playing into her hands, it was exactly what she wanted.

Why did the idea of bending to her will irritate him so much? Was he refusing because of some misplaced pride? Denying himself new and pleasurable experiences out of sheer pettiness, because he didn't want to be proven wrong? He had already admitted to himself that he was beginning to enjoy her company, begrudgingly at first, but now the sentiment was becoming increasingly genuine. Was it also time to admit that he was attracted to her, that her exotic, alien features and her feminine wiles had wormed their way into his brain and had planted themselves there like an insidious seed? They had kissed for God's sake, they were showering together, his hands had been all over her voluptuous body...

Just as the combined pressures of her weight and his own indecision were becoming too much to bear, Kofe stood up, releasing him from beneath her rump. She ran her hands across her behind, washing a few remaining suds from her cheeks, ensuring that Miller got a good view of the way that the fat molded around her fingers like putty.