Mikey & Milena

by: Elfy | Complete Story | Last updated May 18, 2023

Chapter 3
Part Three

Chapter Description: Mikey is having a difficult time adjusting and Milena is doing her best to look after the vulnerable young man. The two find curious clues about the other's lives but Mikey's attempts to put the past in the past are proving to be a mixed bag to say the least.

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“Mikey! Dinner is ready!” Milena’s voice called from the bottom of the stairs.

Mikey was surprised. He looked at the corner of his computer screen and saw that he had been absent-mindedly staring at the screen for over an hour. The picture that had so occupied him was from Christmas morning several years ago.  His mom was sitting on the sofa wearing her favorite comfortable robe, her large bosoms barely contained.  He took one last long look and then shut the screen and went down for dinner. The smell coming from the dining room was mouth-watering and Mikey gladly sat down in front of a steaming plate.

“It’s not much but I hope you like it.” Milena said as she came over with a glass of water for her new housemate, “Probably beats hospital cooking at least.”

Mikey gave a thumbs up as he started eating. Milena was right, her cooking tasted like heaven compared to the last few days in hospital. He was quickly stuffing his face as if there was a risk someone would take it away before he was finished.

“So you’re finished with school, right?” Milena asked in between her own mouthfuls halfway through dinner, “Any plans for college?”

Mikey shrugged and didn’t look up from his plate. It didn’t seem like any plans he might’ve had in the past were still relevant. It was impossible to look to the future when he still didn’t exactly know what his present would be.

“What subjects did you enjoy at school?” Milena asked conversationally.

“I don’t know.” Mikey replied with another shrug. He didn’t really want to think of anything in the past because it inevitably made him think of his mother.

“Have you spoken to your friends?” Milena asked, “Told them you’re alright?”

Mikey put his fork down on his plate but didn’t say anything. He stared down at his food, he really didn’t want to tell Milena what a loser he was at school. He didn’t have friends, he doubted anyone would notice what had happened.

“Is there-” Milena started to ask.

“Stop!” Mikey felt his frustrated exclamation burst out of him before he could stop it. He simultaneously hit the top of the table with his fist.

Mikey looked up and saw that Milena looked taken aback. She leaned back in her chair with a nervous look on her face. Mikey didn’t think she was nervous of him as much as being worried about hurting his feelings.

“I’m sorry.” Milena muttered.

“No… I’m sorry.” Mikey replied. He genuinely felt bad about his sudden loss of control, “Look, nothing in the past matters now. Everything’s changed. Mom’s dead and it’s time to grow up and forget all that childish stuff. School, people I knew, the stuff I used to do… None of it matters. I’m an adult now and I have to start acting like it.”

“What do you-” Milena was confused at what he meant. Childish stuff? Time to grow up? Did all this have something to do with Mikey’s old bedroom and the breast pump?

“You don’t need to worry about me, Milena.” Mikey said as he stood up, “I’m an adult now.”


For all the confidence Mikey tried to project at the table he was still sat nervously on the edge of his bed when it came to dinner time. His suitcase was open and he had unpacked all of his clothes. He had taken the few diapers he had brought from home and placed them in the top drawer and was now staring at them.

Mikey had always been a bed wetter. He would have the occasional dry night but it was nothing compared to the amount of wet beds he had woken up in. The diapers had been essential.

The diapers were also one of the reasons Mikey had been bullied so much. In middle school he had a friend stay over, his best friend in fact, and thought he could trust him. As soon as he saw the diapers Mikey knew he had made a mistake. The next day it was all over school and he was taunted with it by the bullies that tormented him.

It wasn’t just that one bad incident though. To Mikey the diapers were a sign of his weakness and frailty. He wanted to leave all of that in the past, he was alone now and it was time to grow up. He was determined to be normal.

Once the sun had set Mikey undressed and laid down in the bed. It felt unfamiliar and he had an anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach. He struggled to get to sleep and at some point heard Milena coming upstairs, when his door opened a little he pretended to be asleep. Eventually he didn’t have to pretend and he drifted off into unconsciousness.

Mikey had no idea how long his eyes were closed for when they suddenly snapped open. He could immediately feel something was wrong and he winced as he rolled over and pulled his cover away. Mikey’s eyes descended to between his legs where he saw a dark patch that had stained through the sheets. It took several seconds for him to realise what had happened. He had wet the bed.

Panic threatened to overtake Mikey. He didn’t want Milena to know how weak he was, he didn’t want her to think he needed diapers when he was determined never to wear them again. He stripped the sheets off his bed and balled them upon the floor. He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. He could hide this, it would be easy. Mikey threw on some pants and picked up the wet bedsheets, he opened the door and stuck his head outside. It was all clear.

Mikey tiptoed downstairs in search of the washing machine. He hadn’t seen it before but he assumed it was down in the basement since it was the only place he hadn’t been. He opened the door under the stairs, flicked on the light and tried to quietly make his way down there, he cringed every time he stood on a creaky step. When he finally made it to the bottom he saw both a washing machine and a freezer against the far wall.

Walking over to the washing machine Mikey shoved his sheets inside and put in one of the cleaning tablets. He picked the slowest and quietest spin speed in the hope of not waking up his host. As the machine whirred to life he took a deep breath and leaned against it. Taking a moment to regain his composure Mikey looked around to the freezer and wondered what was in there. The freezer in the kitchen seemed to contain all the food after all.

Mikey idly opened the door of the freezer and gasped. The freezer was full of bags containing frozen white liquid. It was a liquid Mikey recognized well but he could hardly believe it was all in here. He reached inside and pulled out one of the bags.

“Milk?” Mikey said quietly with a frown.

A sound from somewhere else in the house made Mikey jump and he remembered that he didn’t want to be caught down here. He replaced the bag, closed the doors and quietly left the basement hoping Milena wouldn’t notice that anything had changed. Fortunately he was able to make it back to bed without being seen.

Mikey was tired throughout the whole of the next day and when it came to bedtime the next night he was more anxious than ever. He needed to find new sheets for his bed so he crept out of his room and walked down the landing. He knew which rooms were Milena’s and the bathroom but there was another door that he hadn’t seen open. He reasoned there might be a bed in there he could take the sheets from but when he pulled on the handle the door didn’t budge an inch.

“Is everything OK?” Milena’s voice made Mikey jump out of his skin as he turned to see the woman who was hosting him.

Milena was rubbing her eyes as she came out of her bedroom. She was wearing a pink silk nightgown which did little to hide the huge breasts underneath. Mikey forced himself to look away as he tried to come up with an excuse as to what he was doing.

“I was just…” Mikey paused. He couldn’t say he was looking for some sheets, that would arouse suspicion, “Curious. I’ve not seen what’s in this room.”

“And you thought you’d have a look in the middle of the night?” Milena asked with a yawn.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Mikey shrugged. It was a flimsy excuse but it was all he had.

“Well, I don’t think it’s a good time to see what’s in there.” Milena said with a smile, “Why don’t you go back to bed. Would you like me to tuck you in?”

“No.” Mikey replied quietly. He was trying to prove he didn’t need such childish things. Was it normal for a guest to offer to do that?

Mikey turned away and went back to his bedroom empty-handed. He nervously climbed into bed without any sheets. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stay awake long and he looked up at the ceiling to plead with whatever might be out there to let him stay dry. He closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

It felt like there was a small stream running down his thigh. It didn’t feel uncomfortable and Mikey’s half-asleep mind wanted him to ignore it and go back to sleep. It was only when the sheets next to his legs started to get damp that Mikey’s brain decided something was wrong. His eyes fluttered open and he had to cover his mouth to stop from screaming obscenities.

Mikey was still wetting the bed as he clenched down on his bladder muscles. With panic borne from his sudden wake up he wrapped a towel around his waist and ran out of the room. He went into the bathroom and sat down. When he finally unclenched he was able to finish emptying his bladder. He dropped his head to his hands. Two nights in a row he had wet his bed, his desperate attempts to prove he was a grown up were falling flat on their face.

Mikey sat on the toilet for several minutes as he tried to gather his thoughts. He used the towel he had brought in with him to dry off his legs and then finally flushed the toilet. When he walked dejectedly out of the bathroom he felt his heart stop when he saw his bedroom light was on. He was certain he hadn’t turned it on himself. He wanted to close the door and hide but he forced his trembling legs to move. The towel wrapped around him felt like very little covering.

“Oh, Mikey…” Milena was stood in her robe and looking in at a scene of chaos.

Mikey was stood in the doorway and looking down at the floor. He looked up just enough to see his cover on the floor, the clear stain of a wet bed and a trail of urine splashes leaving the room. He felt his cheeks reddening in embarrassment. His embarrassment wasn’t helped when Milena turned around and pulled him into a hug. His head getting squeezed against the taller woman’s humungous chest.

“I’m sorry.” Mikey managed to say as he pulled away, “I was asleep and…”

“If you’re having problems you should tell me.” Milena said warmly, “There are things we cou-”

“It’s just a one-off.” Mikey quickly interrupted. It was a lie and he knew it wasn’t convincing but he wasn’t ready to give up the pretense that he was a normal adult.

“You don’t have any sheets on the bed.” Milena observed. She let the implication of her noticing that drift in the space between them.

Mikey remained silent. The quietness stretched over several minutes and Mikey just wished Milena would go back to bed. He appreciated her concern but he didn’t want to say any more, he just wanted to go back to bed hopeful that his now empty bladder would mean no more accidents.

“Get some rest.” Milena finally said when she saw how uncomfortable Mikey was. She was a therapist and could read people very well, “If you need me just call.”

Mikey nodded and then watched as Milena left and closed the door behind her. Mikey sat on the edge of the bed and let the towel drop to the floor. He took a deep breath and thought about his mother again, he wished he could crawl into her bed like when he had a nightmare. Instead he only had himself, he wouldn’t go running to Milena, he was supposed to be a grown up…



End Chapter 3

Mikey & Milena

by: Elfy | Complete Story | Last updated May 18, 2023


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