Cam woke up from what seemed to be an eternal sleep....  He was sitting in a comfortable chair, made of fine leather...  As he came around, he looked over his foxy orange body and realised he was in his satin nylon football kit, blue in colour with white boarders, and his soft blue and white cotton socks and blue and white trainers too, his absolute favourite clothes of all.  He pulled his shorts open to peek inside, noticing he was also wearing his favourite white briefs with blue boarders along the seams.  He didn't remember being in them earlier, but was happy that he was now.  He let go of the waistband, letting it snap back down on his tummy and rubbed his paw across the shiny smooth material, reflecting different angles of light, feeling so silky and soft.  His heart started pounding a mile a minute at the feeling of the material, just as always.  He looked around and noticed a door at the other end of the room.  He didn't remember how he got here..  Did someone put him in the chair and in his clothes?  His curiosity took hold and he stood up and walked towards the door.

He stood before it and noticed a sign on it...  It read;  “In this room, your personal fantasies will come true...”  He gawked a little, and gingerly rose a paw to the door handle.  He took hold and twisted, pulling the door open....  

He looked inside, and saw before him quite a plain room with just a few items.  The base of a shower cubical, a box with a hole at the top and bottom, one with “In” at the top and “Out” at the bottom, with a laundry basket underneath, and finally a towel on a hook made of an unusual material.  He walked up to the shower base, and saw a silhouette of two shoe soles on it, with “Stand here” written below them.  He wasn't sure what it was all about, but he decided to go ahead and step up onto the cubicle and stand on the spot.  His trainers squeaking just slightly on the porcelain.

Cam looked around just a little more before feeling the tiniest vibration from  the cubical he stood on, which faded almost instantly...  He wondered what that was when suddenly, he was overwhelmed with the urge to pee...  It came out of no-where.  He whimpered, and grasped his crotch in desperation.  He squeezed his shorts, caressing the silky smooth material about.  It felt wonderful...  He loved this feeling so much, and always had done...  The desperation, the silky shiny shorts in his paw, the sensation of his bits rolling around in his soft cotton briefs...  The desperation got stronger and stronger...  He whimpered happily before he thought about wetting himself...  The second he did, he unintentionally relaxed his bladder, and hot pee instantly burst into his briefs, soaking through to his paw, still grasping his shorts...  Hot and wet..  soaking the shiny nylon material.  It poured down his furry orange legs, dripping from the legs of his shorts, soaking into his socks and trainers as it ran warm and wet down his once clean, dry fur....  On and on it poured, far longer than usual, the wonderful warm gushing sensation feeling amazing in his shorts.  It was now soaking the lower part of his shirt, a dark patch spreading up slowly on it...  He whined happily, rubbing his bits around, tweaking his foreskin..  Pinching it now and then to allow pee to collect in it before letting go again when the pressure got too much...  Letting it burst into his briefs with pressure...  He suddenly thought about when it would stop...  Again, as soon as he did, the flow slowed and finally ceased, and he just stood there, murring happily, enjoying the warm wetness covering his body.  

Just then, the “In” icon on the box lit, and a picture of his football kit lit up to next to it...  He clicked on what to do and stripped off his soggy pee-soaked clothes and trainers, placing them in the hole.  They instantly fell through and collected at the bottom where the basket was, completely dry and clean!  He was a-gasp with what just happened!  Suddenly, a notice appeared above the peg the strange towel was resting on too..  It read “Use me”.  He took it, and looked above him.  There was no shower head to be seen, but then he suddenly noticed that his paws were completely dry without rubbing...  Not only where they dry, but they were clean!  He brought one to his muzzle and it had just the faintest soapy scent...  He brought the towel to his body and rubbed just once, gently across his nakedness.  His crotch felt instantly cleaned and dry...  His mouth gawped at what just happened.  He continued, rubbing just once all over...  Across his footpaws and up each leg.  It took just seconds and he was completely squeaky clean and dry...  Smelling faintly of soap, his fur feeling beautifully soft and conditioned.  He then rubbed the base of the shower cubical and that was instantly dry and clean too.  He held the towel and noticed it was still completely dry and clean, no different as to when he first used it!  He looked over it just a little more before he placed it back on the hook.

He then took his clothes out the basket, and sure enough, they where clean too, smelling of fresh detergent.  They were also just a little warm, as if fresh out a dryer.  He decided to dress again...  He stood there in his kit, rubbing the smooth, clean, dry, silky smooth material in his paw, enjoying the sensation, feeling so fresh, and as clean as possible, before he felt that vibration under his feet again. Instantly, once more, he was overwhelmed with desperation to use the toilet...  He whined once more, even more happily than last time, rubbing his fresh, clean, sweet-scented clothes, shining in the light, feeling his conditioned fur rubbing underneath in his soft cotton briefs too...  Knowing what was coming, and that he'd be ruining this cleanliness.  He thought about wetting himself again, and once more his bladder relaxed...  Once more pee was gushing into his favourite kit, ruining the cleanliness, warm and wet, a dark patch spreading rapidly across his once-clean shorts again...  He loved this so much...  The warm pee flowed down his legs again and once more collected in his shoes... He twitched his toes and felt them squelch...  On and on it flowed, longer than the longest pee he'd ever had in his life, it was as if whole minutes had passed, beautifully warm and wet...  He loved the fact that he was as clean as he possibly could be just moments before and now that was ruined, before he once more though to himself:  When will it stop?...  As soon as he did, again it slowed and ceased.  He now realised he could control each stage of his wetting as he wished...  He could be desperate as long as he wanted, or pee as long as he wanted.

He couldn't wait to do it again...  He stripped, placed his clothes in the box and rubbed over with the towel again in just one swoosh.  Once again he was squeaky clean.  He dressed in his freshly “washed” clothes and once again enjoyed the cleanliness.  

The vibration happened again, 

then the desperation, 

then the inevitable.  

Over and over and over this continued...  

Again and again and again...  

He could do this forever if he wished, or leave at any time...  

Just how long would he do it for....?