I had woken up feeling more well rested then ever before. I really felt great. My room looked odd, I don't remember owning a big fuzzy pink blanket, and why was a large toy chest net to my dresser. I decided it didn't matter.

I got out of bed and noticed I was wearing a large pink onesie, and it appeared as if I had large boobies. Was I supposed to have boobies? Yes, boobies are pretty.

I began a new exercise routine. Mostly situps and jumping jacks. I never exercised before, but I guess I am feeling really good this morning.

When I had finished I got on my hands and knees and crawled out the open door. I crawled over to the living room and turned on the TV. My favorite show was on, I could never explain what it was, but my eyes couldn't escape the pretty colors, even when I felt my diaper fill up with warm liquid. Drool dripped out of my mouth passed my pacifier.

Eventually I realized I wasn't in the living room anymore. I was in my highchair. I was slapping my palm into a bowl of mush, trying to grip it, and shoving my fist in my mouth. I giggled as I tried again.

I felt a small tug on my hair. I turned to see a pretty lady tying my hair into pigtails. The lady looked familiar, was she the lady I met at the party last night? Was that last night? It feels like it was months ago.

When she was done with my hair she wiped off my face and hand. I couldn't understand what she was saying, but her voice was pretty. She held up my pacifier, the nipples was shaped like a penis, which made me giggle as she placed it in my mouth. I began sucking.

She gently poked my forehead and the fog lifted from my mind. I looked around, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't stop sucking on this fucking pacifier. She unlocked the tray and lifted me out of the highchair. I tried to stand but my legs felt like jelly and I landed on my ass, which was wet.

Every day for a year now she's woken me up from her fucked up hypnosis, knowing I can't do anything about it. I can't walk, talk, read or write. I can't even understand English anymore, what the hell did she want from me?

I got on my hands and knees and began messing my diaper when I was done I sat back in it squishing it around.

She pinched my cheek and walked away. I don't know what's real or part of her hypnosis anymore. I felt a strong erection, was that real? The large breasts in my onesie, are those real. I tried to walk again only for the same result I'd gotten for the last year.

I wanted to give up, I was trapped, but for some reason I couldn't, I needed to escape. I crawled into the living room and saw the TV, if I turn it on I'll go back in the trance and I can live in the happy baby world, not even thinking about escape.

I wanted that it was better than going through this hell. I crawled over to it to turn it on, but for some reason I can't explain I didn't. Without thinking I pushed it and watched as it fell back into the window.

I stared in amazement as the window shattered. Did I do that or was that the hypnosis? I heard footsteps run up behind me. As I turned I saw her paddle, she was angry.

My mind was racing. I grabbed her paddle and rapped myself around it and her leg. I couldn't understand why I was doing it, but I was. Tears streamed down my face, I had no plan, no endgame. Even with this small amount of control, I know I'll lose and everything will reset tomorrow, but for now, I'm not going to go down without a fight.