It soon became apparent that things were not as they seemed. There were several indicators, though my eyes didn't work, my ears did. I could very clearly hear people moving about, as well as sounds from various other activities. But what was strange was what I didn't hear. No sounds of monitors, no ubiquitous beeping, no talking even. I found it very strange. Then there was the diaper that they used to... Keep things sanitary we will say. Well, it was true that I was unable to handle these things on my own, so I would have to suffer the indignity, but still, I would have thought these things were usually handled with bedpans. Then there were these strange feelings and thoughts that kept permeating my consciousness. I at first thought they were the result of some kind of delirium, but as time passed, I began to think that these were not the kinds of thoughts that would ever cross my mind, no matter what state I was in.

But the real giveaway that something was amiss, was the feedings, and I use the word "feedings" deliberately. The "feedings" consisted of what one might call a "milk-like" substance, delivered through a rather supple "nipple-like" apparatus. The feeding procedure involved hosting me onto a well-padded "cushion" of sorts to facilitate a comfortable "feeding" experience...

Now, fellas, I might not have a lot of experience when it comes to breasts... or any for that matter, but I'm pretty sure that I would recognize a breast if I felt one. and gentlemen, let me tell you, this was a breast.

After some time, I'm not sure how long since I first opened my eyes—that was also the only time I had opened my eyes up until that point—I began to piece things together, and the conclusions I was drawing seemed to be beyond the realm of believable. In some ways it seemed like a long time had passed, being bed-bound will do that after all, but I felt objectively, it couldn't have been too long, a month or two perhaps. Regardless, long or not, I had plenty of time to come to some conclusions, three in particular.

First, I was a child. An infant really. As my ability to move and articulate myself grew, I began to take note that my arms and legs were much stubbier than I remembered them. Furthermore, I could move my appendages without issue, they just were not strong enough to do anything. But the most definitive piece of evidence was the fact that my caretakers (perhaps I should say parents, but I wasn't quite ready to make that leap yet), were much larger than me, with two hands capable of covering nearly my entire torso. It was clear, either I was a baby, or I had somehow found myself in the care of giants.

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Second, I seemed to have some extra sensory perceptions, telepathy I guess you would say. And not just me, but my caretakers as well. As time went on in my early infancy, the feelings I had been experiencing started to become clearer, and more defined. In reality, I think I was just learning to discern them better. I also began to feel more nuanced feelings. Feelings that were closer to thoughts. As more time passed, I realized that they actually were thoughts, and I began to understand the meaning of them, but only in a very general way. From what I could tell, they were mostly thoughts with love and affection behind them. I mean, I was a baby. You probably wouldn't have much more to convey to an infant.

Expanding on that point, as I have previously mentioned, I realized that my caretakers were also telepaths. I guess it wasn't too great of a leap to assume this, and it was beyond coincidence that whenever I was hungry or needed a "sanitary garment" change, they seemed to know immediately. And it went beyond that, whenever I needed anything, they knew not only that I wasn't a happy camper—I suppose if I was a normal baby, I would be crying—but also exactly what would placate me.

After some time, I further realized I was, telepathically telling them my needs. You didn't need words, just raw thoughts, which is why I wasn't immediately aware of what was happening. I can't really describe it to the uninitiated, but what I was doing at the beginning unconsciously, I slowly became increasingly aware of. And once I was aware of it, I found I could do it consciously. I couldn't articulate any grand ideas at this point, but I began to experiment, sending out sentiments of wanting to be placed in a certain position, or expressing a preference for a particular breast. My caretakers were rather taken aback by this.

Finally, I was pretty sure I was not human. One might think that it would be apparent if one was a human or not, but an infant's faculties to take in information about its environment are rather limited, especially when your eyes remain shut, which is but a small piece of evidence for not being human. Furthermore, I was certain I was at least humanoid, which can throw the less astute off the trail. Truly there wasn't much to go on, the eyes-shut thing did seem a bit odd. However, the real giveaway that something was amiss, was the fluffy tail coming out of my backside.