It started with coffee (Patreon)

It started with coffee. I was the occasional frappuccino drinker, basically caffeinated milkshakes, but he wanted us to drink the real stuff. He mocked me out of milk and sugar, so soon I was on his schedule with a cup in the morning and after every meal.

That wasn't enough though. He said he wanted me to be properly addicted and told me to have a cup at 10 and one in the afternoon as well. I complied of course. It shocked my body a bit at the start, and I had to use the bathroom quite a lot more often, but after a month and a half it settled down into a routine. I even started to enjoy the nuances of different bean roasts.

That's when he brought up the singlet. It wasn't the exhibitionist version I'd seen some people wear to pride and nightclubs that were cut low for easy access to everything. No, this was a proper wrestling singlet that went down a third of the thigh on the bottom part and had arm and head holes just big enough that you could slip the straps over your shoulders and shimmy your way out of it. It was flexible as nothing else I owned, thank God, or else I don't know how I would have gotten into it.

"I want you to wear this all day, every day," he said. "What?" I said surprised, as I enjoyed the feeling of the glossy material on my body. If I showed up like this the boss would take me aside and ask if I needed help or if he should fire me right away. "Not only, stupid. Just put your shirt and pants over it. Now we know it fits I'll order more for you," and that was the end of the discussion. It all came as a surprise to me, but I was excited. Immediately I saw one difference because the stretchy singlet did nothing to hide my erection. He smiled.

I was feeling very self-conscious the next morning at work. I had checked thoroughly in the mirror at home that nothing revealed what I was wearing underneath, but even if some of the colors would shine through that wouldn't really be an issue. But it felt forbidden somehow, and unprofessionally sexy, as I could feel the grown-up clothes slide across the slick surface.

After my second coffee though I ran into a problem I hadn't even thought of, though I'm sure he had. I went to the men's room and realized I couldn't just take a piss like normal. I had to remove my shirt completely, drop my pants, and wrestle my way out of the singlet until that too was at my ankles. A one minute piss turned into a 10 minute undress/dress cycle, and with my new coffee habit that by now was a full blown addiction it would be impossible to go from my typical four bathroom breaks a day to below two, if even that.

"You did this on purpose!" I accused him when I got home. He smiled mischievously. "You have to be more specific. I do an awful lot on purpose." When he handed me the adult diapers a month later it felt like such a relief to get all of that time back, I didn't hesitate one second to wear them at the office.