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No criticism offered here.  Suspension of disbelief on the part of the reader is a very subjective thing, and often motivated by their desire to believe in a given fiction.  I was merely contrasting the points in question. 

Brand new monstrum story! It's another story set in my monstrum universe, with lots of returning characters. Set up as a sort-of-anthology, experience multiple tales from various monstrum throughout the world, whose fates are all linked in mysterious ways. We will see a few new types of monstrum, as well as a lot of familiar faces. Each 'book' is it's own little story, but they are all linked, and should be about 70 chapters roughly in total. I'm extremely proud of this one, and it's going to be much more of a mystery story so I'm really excited to see all your theories! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Enjoy!     Book 1: Denial   Chapter 1: Mummy Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess     I took my key out, slid it into the mechanism, and turned it slowly. As the heavy lock creaked, the downpour of rain behind me cascaded onto the garden path I just walked up, reminding me that I needed to get the washing in if she hadn’t already done so. But worse than that… it meant that my plan to water the garden with her was ruined… and she had been so excited for it. It’s been so long since she had been this excited about her garden, and in one horrible bout of weather… she was probably heartbroken. If this past month hadn’t been so bad for the weather, maybe I could have done it more with her, but alas… it feels like this month has been a bit of a let down.  Maybe we’ll get to do it in a couple of months… if we’re lucky. Now I’ll have to comfort her, get her her favourite blankie, put on some of these human cartoons she loves so much… Okay, it wasn’t all bad. She’ll be sad initially, as she loves her garden nearly as much as she loves me… but that sadness will quickly be erased by giggling at her favourite characters. And to top it off, I’d bake her those cookies she loves so much. That will definitely earn me a kiss on the cheek. Yeah… rainy weekends aren’t too bad. We can do lots together. And even when we can’t… I make what we can do extra special. I want to be the perfect Mummy for her. I want her to be happy and loved and… well I want her to feel as happy as she makes me. So as I unlocked and opened the heavy door… where I was met by a flurry of kisses and a warm welcome home.   ---------------------------------------------------   “MUMMY!” “Hey lil munchkin. Have you been good?” I replied to her, trying to get into our house, but finding it difficult with a 5'10 woman wrapped around my waist, giving me the biggest hug I’d ever received, planting her face comfortably between my boobs. “I’m always good!” she replied, giving me her biggest, cutest grin from the comfort of my cleavage. “Uh huh… Sure you were… what did you do?” “Me? Do something? Nope… no idea what you’re talking about…” she mumbled, clearly fibbing. “Why is your hair slightly damp? Why is your shirt and skirt slightly damp too?” “I…” “Baby…” I growled at her, using my best dominant ‘Mummy’ voice. “Did you do some gardening?” “Well I was… I was getting the washing in, like you said I should if it started raining… and… umm… well the rose bush needed little trim…” “Sweetie, you’re going to catch a cold. You know you’re already growing weak,” I brushed her jaw-length black hair with her blood-red highlights behind her ear, cupping her cheek in my hand. “I know… buh…” “Sweetie, you need to take it easy. We have to be careful. You’re nearing the end…” “I KNOW! But… I…” she whined, sounding more and more like the bratty toddlers I’m familiar with. “I promise, we’ll do some gardening again soon.” Reaching down, I planted a kiss on her luscious, blood-red lips, sealing the promise. Looking down at this precious little angel that I adored so much… I couldn’t believe after all this time, she was still mine. And I dreaded how much it was going to hurt when this comes to an end. I loved being her Mummy. I would do anything for that bubbly little girl. From her black bobbed hair with the blood-red highlights that we spend way too much time reapplying together every now and again, that she loved to match with her blood-red lipstick… her athletic body that she loved to keep in shape… her warm, golden brown eyes… Her gothic punk aesthetic that she’s been perfecting for the past few… well, decades… Her beautiful tattoos that painted a picture of her life, from her romantic crushes as a young adult, to her interests in her twenties, all the way up to the little cartoon dragon on her wrist that she got to symbolise me… her protector… everything about her was perfect to me. And I loved every inch of her. “Can… we play games together at least?” she asked, in that familiar ‘you’re going to give in if I ask for something in this way’ voice she loves to use against me… knowing full well that it will work. “First, we’re getting you in a nice warm bath. We need to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible, sweetpea,” I replied, softly. “I know… but then games?” “Yes, Princess, then games. But… I won’t go easy on you.” “Good. Then… spankies?” her face lit up as she said this. “Sweetie… it’s not…” Suddenly her face dropped, as if her whole mood sank… and my heart broke in an instant. “Sowwy…” she replied, sighing. “No hun, I’d normally be happy to, but can… can we just have a nice relaxing snuggly evening together? You know we don’t have much time left together… and I’ve been having such a hard time with everyone else…” “People being meanies again? Did Mummy beat dem up?” “Not this time. But had to deal with a bunch of drama. Plus a lot of sensory overload today, so I need a bit of time to unwind. So can we just have a snuggly evening together, baby?” “Uh huh!” She was always so understanding, about all of me. It’s one of the things I loved most about her. And I was going to miss her so fucking much when this all ends.   ---------------------------------------------------   After I gave her a bath, using a jug to wash the shampoo out of her hair, making sure to cover her eyes, all whilst trying to make her feel as loved and little as possible… I carried her to the bedroom, laid her down on our bed, and spread out a thick nappy, shuffling her on top of it. “You ready, babygirl?” I asked her, her joyous face giving me all the happiness I needed to survive. “Uh huh!” “Such a good girl for Mummy. Now, you stay still whilst I get this on you, then we’ll get you dressed in your favourite witchy onesie… and then yes, we’ll go play games.” She clapped excitedly at that last part, though we both knew she was looking forward to the nappy and the onesie more than anything. So as I got her nappy secured around her waist, giving it a few pats once the tapes were firmly in place, I then sat her up, got her to lift her hands up, and slipped her favourite witchy onesie over her head. “Ready, Princess?” “Uh huh!” she replied, excitedly. As I picked her up, I could feel her getting warm, especially her forehead. She was getting sicker and sicker, and there wasn’t much I could do.  I just had to savour every moment with her whilst I could. But this wasn’t the end…  There’s no way in Hell I’d let anything happen to this girl if it was.   ---------------------------------------------------   “AHA! BEAT YOU AGAIN MUMMY!” she cried out, punching the air in victory as yet again, this girl kicked my ass at this stupid racing game. She was always so good at games, whereas I was rubbish. If someone needs their arse handed to them… or if they need something put in its place… I’m your gal. But if you need someone creative, someone who is good at video games, someone who can bring a smile to anyone’s face… well my fiancée is the girl you go to. She rarely gets to leave the house, so she works from home, drawing and taking commissions from people online. Let’s just say… she earns quite a bit as they’re not all ‘Safe For Work’ commissions… But as the month has gone on, she’s found it harder and harder to work, having to cancel some of her client’s work. I try my best to support her. I mean, I could easily cover the bills for the house, and cover all our expenses put together… but she likes to feel like she’s putting her share in. So I support her in other ways, even if some days it's just moral support to continue working. I hate that she’s so shut off from the outside world now, but it’s just too risky for her to go out. Not with her condition. But maybe… maybe one day I can show her off to all my friends and family… and finally tell them all who I really am… “Mummy…?” Sera said, jolting me out of my own thoughts. “Yes baby?” “Are you okay?” she asked, sounding concerned. I didn’t want to worry her. I didn’t want to make her feel bad about any of this. I didn’t want this to end… and I know things change… and people move on… but I didn’t want to. Not now. Not anytime soon. “I’m fine, Princess,” I replied, quickly planting a kiss on her forehead, making her cute little cheeks turn red as I allayed her fears. “You sure? You seem… sadder than usual.” “I promise, I’m fine…” I lied. “Pinky promise?” I knew I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t make such a promise. I can’t break a pinky promise. So I shrugged it, smiled at the girl, and stood up. “Come on, munchkin. Time for bed.” “Buh Mummy…” she whined, in that adorable little way she always does when I tell her it’s bedtime. “But nothing, sweetie. You need your rest, and I need to prepare some things…” “Fine. But you owe me a bedtime story.” “Okay, my little Princess,” I said, grabbing her and effortlessly lifting her up onto my hip, holding her like I would a toddler. “One bedtime story, coming right up…”   ---------------------------------------------------   “Comfy?” I asked, as I snuggled her with her favourite werewolf stuffie in her arms, in our nice large cosy bed. “Uh huh! I got wolfy an everyfin!” she said, sucking her black dummy, pure love in her eyes as she stared at me. “One of these days I’ll have to introduce you to a couple of werewolf friends I know…” “You know some?” “I do!” I said, smiling back at my adorable little baby. “Oh? Are they nice?” “They are! I think you’d love them.” “Weally? Good, cus you deserve lots an lots of good friends!” “Thank you, babygirl. Now, are you ready for a story?” “Uh huh!” “What kind of story do you want?” I asked, knowing exactly what she was going to ask for. “I wan… another of your famous stories!” There it is. Guessed it. “Which one?” “Tell me the one where you saved the Pwincess…” “I’ve told you that one plenty of times already, munchkin. How about…” “How about how you first met your werewolf friends?” “I… could do that. Now, are you settled?” “Uh huh!” “And I have your bottle right…” I focused all my energy on my open palm that I lay flat in front of me, conjuring the image of her favourite baby bottle, the one I left to cool a bit in the kitchen, the one I stupidly forgot. And after a burst of power from within… the bottle appeared in front of me. “Never gets old…” Sera smiled at me, warmly. “Neither do you…” I joked, booping her on the nose and slipping her dummy out so she could have her bottle, all in one quick motion. “Hey! Yes I do! Jus… not right now…” “Right, here you go baby…” I said, gently teasing her lips open with the teat of the cooled baby bottle, until she took the teat and began suckling it. “Is that better?” She nodded happily, wiggling a bit underneath her black unicorn duvet. I loved her aesthetic. Baby meets goth. Usually the more gothy people in my life have adorable pink dresses and cutesy little personalities. But Sera… even when she’s feeling little, she loves anything gothy and black. It’s one of the things that made me fall for her in the first place.   Once I told her her bedtime story, I could see her eyes were getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that she struggled to keep them open. I knew this was it, it was time to let her drift off… Putting my hand on her cheek, I could feel her burning up more. She didn’t have long left. This was going to hurt so much. Not only her… but me. But I… I have the power… This won’t be the end… “Right, babygirl. I’ll see you soon. You be good and sleep well. Mummy will be close by… always…”   Storming into our basement, tugging at the light switch which barely illuminated the dank, dark cellar… I rummaged around my table, desperately trying to find ingredients, as well as the artefact I needed for this spell. I may… I may have taken it without asking… but there was no way I was going to lose her… I’d have to ask for forgiveness later. That’s if she ever finds out about it…         ===================================================== Glad to be back, sharing my latest story with you all! Sorry for the two week wait/hiatus, I wanted to give more to my subscribers so now they're a month ahead at all times, and everything should be back to normal from now on here. So expect a new chapter every Weds/Sun. If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! 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I may have to try the Goodnights, probably designed for teen bedwetters?  As far as feel for when they need to be changed... although I often wear either cotton trainers or a pull-up instead of big-boy underwear out and about, I only wet or poop in them seriously when I'm at home, then I tend to use them to capacity or beyond (I like a wet blowout once in a while). If I'm wearing out and about I only wet when I'm done being around people.

Wow!