Old Habits Die Soft

Chapter 6
Embarassing Routines

Chapter Description: Ben and Chris endure the stipulations they didn't read.

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Seated back in the familiar re-fitted dentistry chairs, Ben and Chris awaited their treatment. The familiar strips of white paper were laid out on the table next to the separate inhalers, just like last time. The folder of information that Ben had laid next to his chair was still there, too, right where he had left it. He went to pick up the folder but stopped once Mrs. Heben walked into the room.

“Okay, let’s get started!” she said, enthusiastically, rubbing the two young men on the shoulders of their pajamas. She pressed a few buttons which began the familiar whirring and humming in the room before stepping out again.

Both Ben and Chris picked up the white strips and placed them on their tongues which were then followed up by a grimace due to the foul taste. Then, each took two quick bursts from the inhalers in succession before reclining in the chairs. Ben felt his head swimming with various thoughts. He could barely keep concentrated on the room as his vision blurred slightly.

“Now, you may be noticing that this dose was a tad stronger than last time,” Mrs. Heben remarked, “but that’s nothing you didn’t already know from the folder.”

Ben struggled to keep his concentration. What did he read in the folder? Did he even read anything at all? He couldn’t think straight. He glanced over to the chair next to him where his best friend sat in his pajamas, his thumb jammed in his mouth, fast asleep. He looked like an overgrown five year old.

“Chris!” Ben said, “Chris! Wake up!”

Chris mumbled slightly around his thumb and rolled over, facing away from Ben in his soft chair. Ben tried to stand up from the chair, but found it extremely difficult, as if all of his muscles simply refused to cooperate. He strained his stomach muscles and was able to sit up straight in the chair.

“Ben, you need to relax. Be more like Chris,” said Mrs. Heben’s strong voice, issuing over a speaker in the room.

Ben tried to push up from the chair, but as he did, he felt a hot trickle rush down his legs: he was peeing! He stood up unsteadily and staggered slightly, warm urine still soaking through his dinosaur pajamas, running down his legs and pooling onto the floor. Unable to help himself, he stood helplessly in the room as he continued to piss himself, drenching the front of the pajamas where a dark yellow stain ran from his crotch. It was only then that Ben noticed a white door that stood to the side of the room with a heavy lock on it. Mrs. Heben came into the room. Ben took his attention away from the door immediately.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Ben said, seeing her face.

“It is alright, I just wish you would have let me know. The strips that you took contained some muscle relaxers, as you know,” she said, “If you have to pee again, please let me know. Let me get these off of you.”

Mrs. Heben pulled Ben close by the palm of his hand and pulled the zipper of his pajamas down with little to no regard. Ben was so shocked that he nearly jumped as she yanked the wet pajamas down around his ankles and allowed him to step out of them. He felt cold as the urine cooled on his bare legs. Mrs. Heben bustled out of the room and returned with what looked like a short, white bucket which she sat on the floor of the room.

“Like I said, I wish you would have let me known, like Chris does. Chris? Chris, wake up, time to go to the bathroom, sweetheart,” she said sweetly, gently shaking the twenty-four year old awake.

Just as she had done to Ben, she pulled the zipper at the front of his pajamas down and yanked the clothes off of him, leaving him stark naked in the middle of the room, his thumb still in his mouth as he murmured sleepily. She put her hands on his shoulders and guided him down to sit on the potty chair.

Ben looked on in horror as his best friend sat childishly and naked, on the toddler’s potty chair, completely unashamed. The sound of urine tinkling on the inside of the plastic bowl was clearly heard followed by several soft plops as Chris pushed out a large poop into the potty. With his thumb still in his mouth, he stirred slightly, signaling to his mother that he was finished.

“Oh my god, Rebecca! Can’t you have him use the toilet? What’s going on?!” he exclaimed.

“Shh, he’s still sleepy. Also, like I said, the plumbing is broken. Would you rather him just go in his pants, like you did?” she asked.

Ben felt completely ashamed by what Mrs. Heben had said. He had wet his pants, just like a preschooler. It was just an effect of the medication, though. She said she wanted him to be relaxed, so maybe he just got too relaxed? Like being in a warm pool? He didn’t feel so sure about himself anymore.

As he contemplated his situation, Mrs. Heben wiped her son’s bottom clean with some baby wipes, pulled the pajamas back up his legs and zipped them closed. Chris stumbled back to his chair and quickly fell back asleep.

“If you’ll excuse me, Ben, I’m going to go wash this out,” Mrs. Heben said, carrying the potty out of the room.

Ben stood shivering naked in the room until Mrs. Heben returned carrying a small bag and some blankets. She laid the blankets over the back of the chair and signaled for Ben to come closer. He cautiously stepped over the puddle he made earlier and stood close to Mrs. Heben, who seemed to tower over him in her dark colored dress. She reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a toddler’s pull-up, except sized for adults. It wasn’t an adult diaper, rather, it seemed like any other toddler’s attire, simply scaled up. It had brightly colored balloons on the front of the plastic which ran around the childish garment. She held it open for him to step into.

“I’m not wearing that,” he protested.

“Well, you did sign the papers, and I also don’t want you making any more messes. So step in, mister. Do you want to stop your bad habits or not? If you stop the treatment now, you’ll get all the side effects and none of the benefits. Don’t you want that headache to go away?” she asked, as if reading his mind.

He felt so confused. This wasn’t what he had signed up for. He felt everything in his body was heightened by a factor of one hundred. As he got more upset, he felt tears welling up behind his eyes. One hot tear fell from his eyes and ran down his cheek.

“By the way, maybe it’s best if you don’t call me Rebecca, anymore. You can call me Mrs. Heben,” she stated authoritatively.

Sniffling back tears, he remembered that he did want the headaches to stop, he resolved, so he stepped into the pull-up, letting her pull the plastic-feeling training pants up until he was covered. She led him back to the chair, laid the blanket over the softly sobbing Ben and he quickly fell asleep.