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This story is my next collaboration with ChatGPT...this story is loosely based on Machine and Thing's story on MMSA called Finding A New Room. This one is likely to be shorter than my last story Chapter 1: Max gazed out the car window as his mom steered their old sedan up the winding road, flanked by towering oaks. The house came into view—a sprawling mansion, its stone walls covered in ivy, with tall windows and a slate roof that looked like it hadn’t been touched in decades. Max’s heart sank a little. This place was supposed to be a fresh start, but it felt more like a scene from one of those old horror movies. His mom parked the car and smiled at him. "Well, here we are, Max. I know it looks a little... aged, but once we settle in, it’ll feel like home." Max forced a smile. "Yeah, it’s… big." She tousled his hair and handed him the keys. “Go pick out a bedroom. I’ll start unloading.” Max grabbed his backpack and trudged up the steps to the massive wooden front door. The hinges creaked as he pushed it open, revealing a grand foyer with high ceilings, dark wood paneling, and a massive staircase leading up to the second floor. "Pick a bedroom," he muttered to himself. "No pressure." He glanced back at his mom, who was already unloading boxes from the car, and figured he might as well explore. The upstairs hall was long and dimly lit, with doors on either side. Max peeked into a few rooms—one had a canopy bed draped in dusty fabric, another had heavy curtains that made it feel more like a cave than a bedroom. He finally found one near the end of the hall that seemed just right: a wide window overlooking the front yard, a large bed in the corner, and enough space to make it his own. He set his bag down and flopped onto the bed, closing his eyes for a moment. Suddenly, the air in the room shifted. A cold draft swept over him, sending a shiver down his spine. Max sat up, blinking in confusion. The room had grown colder. He rubbed his arms and glanced at the window, but it was closed. Then, he saw him. A man stood by the door, dressed in old-fashioned clothes—tweed trousers and a vest. His face was stern, eyes sharp with disappointment. Max’s breath caught in his throat. The man didn’t look real—more like a faded photograph. A ghost. "You’re late," the man said, his voice low and rumbling. Max froze, his heart pounding. "W-what?" The man took a step forward, his brow furrowed in disapproval. "You missed your curfew again, boy. I warned you about this." He crossed his arms, shaking his head. "This kind of behavior will not be tolerated under my roof." Max’s mind raced. Did this ghost think he was someone else? His son, maybe? “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Max stammered, scrambling to stand. “I just moved in.” The ghost’s face hardened. “Enough excuses, Oliver. You think you can come and go as you please without consequence? It’s time you learned some discipline.” “Oliver?” Max shook his head, backing toward the door. “My name’s Max. I’m not your son!” But the ghost didn’t seem to hear him. His expression was grim, and his presence grew heavier, more oppressive. “You’ve been running wild for too long, Oliver. It’s time to teach you a lesson.” Max felt a chill crawl up his spine as the ghost’s form loomed closer. He grabbed the doorknob and yanked it open, sprinting down the hall, his footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent house. As he reached the stairs, his mom’s voice floated up from below. "Max? Everything okay?" He stopped at the top of the staircase, panting, and glanced back. The hallway was empty. The room door stood ajar, but the ghost was gone. For now. Chapter 2: Dinner had been quiet. Max’s mom, excited about their new life in the old mansion, chatted away about renovations and plans, but Max could barely focus. His mind kept drifting back to the ghost he’d seen upstairs. Was it real? He hadn’t told his mom about it. How could he? She’d just think he was stressed from the move, imagining things. But he knew what he’d seen—and heard. That man, calling him "Oliver" and talking about curfew and punishment, still sent a shiver down his spine. After dinner, Max washed the dishes, trying to shake the feeling of unease. He kept telling himself it was just a one-time thing—maybe even a weird dream. By the time he headed upstairs to get ready for bed, the house was quiet. His mom had turned in early, exhausted from the move. Max pushed open the door to his room and glanced around. It looked just as it had earlier—normal. No sign of the ghost. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and changed into his pajamas, a faded pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. After brushing his teeth, Max stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. “You’re fine. There’s no ghost,” he whispered to himself, trying to summon some confidence. But as he left the bathroom and headed for his bed, the temperature in the room dropped again. That same chill. Max froze, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He slowly turned, and there he was—the ghost, standing near the door, just as before. “I see you haven’t learned your lesson,” the ghost said, his voice carrying that same stern, fatherly tone. He stepped closer, his face a mask of disappointment. “You thought I would let your disobedience slide, Oliver?” Max backed away, his heart hammering in his chest. “I’m not Oliver!” he protested, holding up his hands. “I told you, I just moved here! My name’s Max, not—” But the ghost didn’t seem to care. His form grew more solid, more present, as he approached Max. The air around him felt thick with authority, like this was a man who was used to being in control. “Enough of your lies, boy. You’ll learn respect under this roof, even if I have to teach you myself.” Max’s back hit the bedpost, and before he could react, the ghost reached out, his cold, spectral hand gripping Max’s arm. It felt real—solid—and Max’s stomach dropped. In a swift motion, the ghost pulled Max closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed and dragging Max over his knee. Panic surged through Max, but he was powerless to stop what was happening. The ghost’s strength was undeniable, and despite Max’s squirming, he couldn’t break free. “You’ve had this coming for a long time, Oliver,” the ghost muttered, his tone dark with determination. His hand gripped the waistband of Max’s pajama pants, yanking them down to his knees with a single, effortless motion. Max gasped, humiliation and fear flooding him. “No! Stop! You don’t understand!” But the ghost’s grip tightened as he raised his hand. “This is for your own good, son.” Chapter 3: The cold air of the room bit into Max’s skin as the ghost held him firmly over his knee. Max struggled, desperate to free himself, but the ghost’s grip was unrelenting. He felt the ghost adjust him, pulling him closer, ensuring Max's bottom was positioned squarely for what was to come. "You’ve been far too naughty, Oliver," the ghost said, his voice stern. "And this spanking is long overdue." Max’s heart pounded in his chest as he realized what was about to happen. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, the ghost’s cold hand came down hard on his bare bottom. The *smack* echoed through the room, and Max yelped in surprise. The ghost didn’t pause, delivering a second, firm spanking to Max’s exposed bottom. Each swat stung more than the last, and Max couldn’t believe this was happening. "Stop! Please, you’ve got the wrong person!" he pleaded, but the ghost didn’t falter. "You’ve ignored the rules for too long," the ghost replied, punctuating his words with another sharp spank across Max’s bottom. "It’s time you learned what happens when you disrespect your father’s house." Max gritted his teeth as the spanking continued. His bottom was on fire, each swat landing with a firm, unyielding force that left him squirming. But no matter how much he wriggled, he couldn’t escape. The ghost’s cold hand kept spanking him, covering every inch of his bottom with harsh, deliberate swats. "You will learn obedience, Oliver," the ghost said, his voice growing colder, even as the spanking intensified. "And if this is what it takes, I will do it every night until you remember your place." Max could hardly think, his bottom throbbing with pain. Tears pricked at his eyes, a mix of frustration and humiliation washing over him. No matter how many times he insisted he wasn’t Oliver, the ghost seemed convinced otherwise, determined to carry out this strange, otherworldly punishment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the ghost stopped, his hand resting on Max’s burning bottom. "Let this be a lesson, boy," he said, his voice softening, though it still carried that note of authority. "You’ll think twice before disobeying me again." With that, the ghost lifted Max back to his feet, pulling up his pajama pants as if this was all part of a routine he’d done a thousand times. Max stood there, his bottom still stinging from the spanking, as the ghost gave him one last stern look. "I’ll be watching, Oliver," the ghost said, before his form began to fade, disappearing into the shadows of the room. Max was left standing alone, shaken, his bottom sore from the ghost’s punishment. He collapsed onto his bed, unsure of what had just happened—or how he was going to deal with a ghost who seemed determined to spank him every time he thought Max was disobedient.

Prologue: The unpleasant and cold wind was blowing through the countryside and leaned to the windows, shabby walls and roofs. The wind driven heavy raindrops kept hitting the windows . It was a gloomy November morning. An old building was hidden in a forest and few people knew about it. A barrier blocked the entrance road and the label next to the barrier discouraged eventual visitors from an attempt to enter the area. If a visitor had the courage and ignored that warning, they would find a high fence with an iron gate, cameras above the gate and the former monastery behind the fence. There was no label on the gate. A card reader and video intercom near the gate were the only ways to get inside or ask for it. The monastery looked abandoned from outside but the security measures didn’t match that image. Most of the windows were grated and all doors were either locked or bricked up. There was another surprise hidden behind the main entrance. The shabby outside look would change into a modern and well equipped mental clinic. However, that clinic was quite different from all other ones. It was the final destination of those who entered it as patients. To be exact; the clients were no patients and they didn’t suffer from any mental disease. The only reason to commit someone to the clinic was an effort to get rid of them for whatever reason. The clinic was private and the fees for keeping a person there were quite high. Despite the high taxes the clinic was profitable and the working conditions of the staff were better than in every other similar mental clinic. There were comfortable rooms for every staff member in the private wing; an everyday commute to work was uncomfortable for most of them and they also were a partially closed community. Unlike the staff, the clients didn’t live in comfortable conditions. They were restrained almost 24 hours a day, diapered and sometimes tormented by the staff. They could spend several hours watching TV or talking together in the common rooms but it was conditioned by good behavior. Otherwise they were strapped down to their beds. The awards for good behavior were rare but the punishments were quite often. The mildest ones were tickling or diuretics. More serious punishments were laxatives, spanking or an isolation room. However the clients were afraid of the ghost chambers in the basement. The basement was a mysterious place and it was full of unknown entities. They looked like translucent black clouds and some people stated they had seen faces with red glaring eyes on those clouds. The entities appeared in different places but there were three rooms in the basement far corner where they appeared regularly and often. The corner probably was near a portal they passed from underground. Those three rooms were called ghost chambers. Nobody knew exactly what happened in the chambers but a night spent there turned the victim into a wreck without their own will. The staff used to show those victims to other clients to warn them. On rare occasions the entities appeared outside the basement. Fortunately the only consequence was fright; however both clients and staff were afraid of those events but nobody found a way to avoid them. Our visitor probably would turn on their heel and run away from that terrible place; it didn’t have an official name but people called it Clinic of Oblivion.

Have you ever regained consciousness only to find yourself dazed and confused by unfamiliar territory? I'm willing to bet you've experienced such a sensation before rapidly remembering recent events and recalling what brought you to your atypical slumbering spot. But what if you couldn't? What if you woke up in an overgrown nursery with absolutely no recollection as to how you arrived there? To some ABDLs, such a situation would seem a dream come true. But what if you were surrounded by incorporeal phantoms and near inevitable demise around every corner? Your wildest dream is about to become a waking nightmare. Welcome to The Baleful Bassinet. Hello everyone. My name is Reverie. I've lurked DD for quite some time. About a decade now, as a matter of fact. For some reason, though I've been quite active elsewhere, I never really shed my lurker status here. Until now, anyway. I've thus far shared my game on both Fox Tales Times and TFGames but I figured that it was also worth sharing here. The interpreter, Git, can be downloaded here: http://www.davidkinder.co.uk/glulxe.html There's absolutely no pressure but if you do feel like donating, you can find my Patreon link here: https://www.patreon.com/IndievidualInnovations It can also now be played online here: http://iplayif.com/?story=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia.textadventures.co.uk%2Fgames%2FK1gy7wd2qUqnm1BVOJBGMA%2FBaleful Bassinet 1-0-0.gblorb Well, hopefully anyway. I tested out a few commands and it seems to run fine. If anyone actually gives this a go, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know how smoothly it plays and whether or not it runs on macs. The only thing I know for sure is that it doesn't play the music, which I'm sure many people probably prefer anyway. If you have any questions, comments or concerns, I'd love to hear them. If you find any bugs, glitches or issues, I need to hear them. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy. Baleful Bassinet 1.0.0.zip

17 year old Cole and 22 year old Honey were best friends since childhood and began to start liking haunted houses in Middle school. One day Cole and Honey decide to investigate a haunted house for themselves. But little did they know that inside would change their lives forever

Miley Cyrus sat in the back of her limo as she drove through the great city of LA. She have been tweeting and taking selfies through out the ride. When she got to her beach house, she got out of the limo and went inside. 'Ah it's so good to be home!' She said as she took of her coat. When she put her coat in her closet she notice a small door at the back. 'What's this?' She put her hand to the door and knocked, it sounded hollow so she pushed it open. 'Maybe this isn't a good idea' she thought but she couldn't help herself. She got on her hands and crawled through the door. She found herself in a secret room. She got up to look for a switch when her foot touch something. She bend down to pick it up and discover its a squeaky toy. 'What the hell?' She found a light switch and turn it on. She found herself standing in a bright nursery, it looks clean with fresh diapers in a cupboard under a big change table. There was a crib and playpen and even a high chair. 'Wow! Someone kept this room clean' she threw the toy at the toy box and looked around. She grab out her phone and took a selfie, #standinginanurserybehindmycupboard She took phot and looked at it when she almost fell back in surprise. The photo show a woman standing behind her. The girl looked 40 with a bun and big dress. Miley turned around but couldn't see her. 'Ok, I'm getting out of here' she quickly run back to the hole but all she found was a wall where it should be. She got on her knees as she try to find it, felling around for a handle or switch. 'Come on, where is it?' She said desperately. 'What's wrong little one?' Miley froze, that sounded like a woman's voice. She turned her head to the woman standing behind her. Miley screamed as she put her back against the wall. The woman was smiling at her as she reach out her hands to Miley. 'Come here' she said in a soothing voice 'let mummy calm you down' she grab Miley by her armpits and lift her up into the air. Miley was then snuggled into the woman's arms as she was carried like a baby towards the change table. 'Please let me go!' Begged Miley 'I was just looking around' 'Hush!' The woman said as she laid Miley down. Miley watch as the woman began to remove her shorts down her legs and onto the floor. Miley was too scared to fight back, what is she going to do with me? Her panties was removed as the woman lift up her bottom. Miley felt something soft and padded as her ass was placed back down. She lift up her body as the woman powdered her and pulled something plastic up over her vagina. As soon as it was taped snugly around her waist Miley reliased what it is 'A adult diaper' she gasped, this woman is going to make her into a baby! 'There we go' squealed the woman 'isn't that much better!?' She pulled up Miley's shirt as she started blowing on her belly. Miley started to laugh hysterically 'please!.....hahahahahaha....stop!.....gahahahah' she kick her legs as she laugh. The woman stopped and put Miley on the ground. Miley landed on her diapered butt, 'now play with your toys' the woman said. Miley turn to look at her but she has disappeared! 'I better get out before she comes back!' Miley then began to stand up. She put her hands on the ground as she lift her butt in the air then stood up. Sure she got up the same way a toddler would but this Diaper is so thick her legs became spread apart. Miley waddle to where the door was, she looked it over, hoping to see an outline. 'Maybe the door moved around' she said as she waddle alongside the wall. she came to the big crib. 'It has to be behind here!' she smiled as she started to push the crib out of the way. She grunted as she pushed, her bare feet sliding on the carpet. 'How heavy is this thing?' She put all of her strength to at least move it from the wall. She grunted when she heard herself farting. 'Phew!' She sniffed the smell, then before she knew it she was lifted in the air. She turn her head to see the woman putting her nose to the back of her diaper. 'Time for a diaper change!' She pronounced as she carried Miley to the change table again. 'No! Wait it was fart!' Said Miley as she laid on the table, the woman removing her diaper as she looked at her clean bottom. 'All clean eh? Maybe someone is having trouble going potty' smiled the woman as she turn Miley on her back and lift her ass sticking in the air. Miley felt something cold as she turn and saw a funnel sticking in her butt. ' What are you...' But the woman started pouring hot water into it. Miley gasp, she is getting an enema! The woman turn her around, removed the funnel and put her in a new diaper. 'I'll be back to check your diaper little missy' it said as she put Miley on the ground. Miley felt the hot water working in her bowels, 'no!' She sobbed 'I can hold it' the woman left again so Miley just crawled around the nursery. Soon she clutched her tummy as she laid her head on the ground, her ass sticking in the air. 'I can't hold it anymore!' She sighed as her ass exploded in her diaper, she sat up as she felt her poop mushing against her butt. 'Oh no, what have I done?' She sniffed the foul smell coming from her diaper. The woman walked towards her as Miley looked up at her, tears and snot running down her face, 'I did poopy' she said The woman smiled as she cooed her and pick the dirty diaper girl up. Miley laid on the table as her diaper was removed, her ass getting wipe by the woman. Miley just started at the mobile atop of her, spinning and spinning, Miley beacame fasinated by it as it play a lullaby. The woman put her in a new clean diaper, sat her up and remove her shirt. Miley just drooled as her shirt was removed, her bra falling to ground where the rest of her clothes lay. 'Now it's time for play time!' The woman said as she put Miley in a playpen surrounded by stuffed toys. Miley looked up at her, 'just wait here while mummy do some big girl things' the woman said as it evaporated in front of her. Miley sat back in shock, suddenly it all making sense. 'She's a fucking ghost!' Yelp Miley 'she is gonna make me into her baby!' She grab the bars and started to climb out when a voice called out to her from behind 'Where do you think your going?' Miley turned and spot a teddy bear sitting behind her, it was looking at her with big button eyes. Miley sat back down as her heart began to race. 'Hel.... Hello?' She asked as she crawled towards the bear. She yelp as the bear turn its head and got up. 'Why don't you play with your toys?' Said the bear 'we can play with the blocks' he grab some baby blocks and put them in front of Miley. Miley sat down as she grab one and put it on top of another one. The bear watch as Miley burrowed her face in concentrated as she started making a tower. 'There isn't this fun?' Asked the bear as she tickled Miley's bare belly. Miley smiled, this is fun! She build the tower higher until it fell down. 'Dammit!' She yelled as she started again, the bear help her by making another row of towers next to it. Miley and teddy continued to play as they make a tower, then Miley push it down. 'Heheheh' giggle Miley, the bear chuckled as it pick the blocks up. Miley just crawl around the playpen when she saw a rocking horse outside of the playpen. Miley bounce up and down as teddy pat her back, 'do you wanna play on the horse?' He asked Miley nod her head 'yes please!' So teddy un hook the bars and let it fall as Miley got up and waddle towards the horse. Miles got on the horse and started to rock, she can't denied that this is fun! She then started to put pressure on her diaper that made her tingle. Miley felt aroused as she place her hand on the front of her diaper and pushed. 'Ohhhhhhhh!' She moan as she started to rub it, before she could finish the woman lift her off the horse. 'Bath time!' She pronounced as Miley notice a big bathtub near the wall. She had her diaper removed as she sat in the tub, ep water rising up to her thighs. Miley played with the bath toys as the woman washed and clean her. Miley laughed as she splashed and laugh, the woman giggled as she wash Miley's hair. She then drain the tub and cover Miley with a towel, during her and carried her to the table. Miley suck her thumb as her hair was tied in pig tails and her ass en cases in a new thick diaper. Miley looked up to her new mummy as she carried her to the crib. 'My sweet little baby' Miley smiled as she started to doze off to her mummy's soothing voice 'You are a baby ain't you?' 'Yes' said Miley 'I am a baby' Mummy put Miley inside the crib, Miley looked up at her mummy and smiled, drool running down her chin 'Good baby' Miley closed her eyes and went to sleep. The next day there wa big news in the tabloid magazines, witness heard strange noises coming from Miley's beach house so one went in to check on her. He found Miley sitting in an old room, the room was empty but Miley was sleeping in an a banded bed, sources say she was in a big diaper. When the guy try to talk to her Miley just replied in nonsense baby babble. Miley now lives with her mother, who has this to say: 'I don't know what happen to my daughter but at least she can grow up again as a proper girl' The mother takes care of her adult baby girl as she reliese a phot of her with Miley Cyrus wearing her birthday suit and a big pink diaper, with the words: #newbornbabymileycyrus The end