The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Your head throbbed with a relentless ache, and your mouth tasted like stale beer mixed with something metallic. You blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog from your vision, but it only made things worse. The unfamiliar surroundings added to your confusion. Where the hell were you?A soft rustle of fabric caught your attention, and you turned your head slowly, wincing at the pain that shot through your skull. Standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the brighter light from the hallway, was your neighbor. The one you'd seen countless times in passing, always dressed in crisp scrubs, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. She was the epitome of professionalism, and right now, she looked anything but."Ah, you're awake," she said softly, stepping into the room. Her voice was soothing, almost hypnotic, and it did little to ease your mounting panic. "Do you remember what happened?"You tried to speak, but your throat was dry, and all that came out was a hoarse croak. She seemed to understand, though, because she moved closer, setting a glass of water on the bedside table before gently lifting your head to help you sip. The cool liquid felt like heaven against your parched throat, and you drank greedily until she pulled the glass away."Better?" she asked, her eyes never leaving yours. There was something unsettling about the way she looked at you, like she knew more than she was letting on.You nodded slowly, too tired to argue. As the water settled in your stomach, some of the fog began to lift, and fragments of memory started to surface. The party... the shots... the strange man offering you something... and then nothing."I found you passed out on my doorstep," she explained, as if reading your thoughts. "It looked like you had a rough night. I took care of you."There was a pause, and she glanced down at the bed. Following her gaze, you realized with horror that you weren't wearing pants. In fact, you were wearing something you hadn't worn since you were a toddler—a diaper. Your face flushed with embarrassment, and you struggled to sit up, only to be stopped by her firm hand on your chest."Don't move," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. "You need to stay still.""What the hell is this?" you demanded, gesturing wildly to the diaper. "Why am I wearing this?"She sighed, a mixture of frustration and concern flickering across her face. "You were in no condition to take care of yourself last night. I had no choice."Before you could protest further, she reached for something on the bedside table—a warm, wet cloth. Without warning, she began to clean you, her movements efficient yet oddly tender. You flinched as the cloth touched your most sensitive areas, but she didn't stop. If anything, she applied more pressure, ensuring every inch of you was thoroughly cleansed."Relax," she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. "It won't hurt much longer."But it wasn't the pain that bothered you. It was the sensation, raw and electric, that sent shivers down your spine. Every stroke of the cloth, every brush of her fingers, ignited a fire deep within you. And as much as you hated to admit it, you liked it. A lot.When she finally finished, she discarded the cloth and reached for a fresh diaper, smoothing it beneath you with practiced ease. You watched, mesmerized, as she taped it securely in place, her touch lingering just a bit too long on your inner thighs."There," she said, patting your leg gently. "All done."For a moment, the room was silent, save for the sound of your labored breathing. You couldn't meet her eyes, too consumed by shame and arousal to form coherent thoughts. But then, a thought struck you, wild and desperate."Can we... can we roleplay?" you blurted out, surprising even yourself. "As a patient and doctor?"Her eyes widened slightly, and for the first time since you woke up, she looked genuinely shocked. But then, just as quickly, the surprise gave way to something else—curiosity, perhaps, or maybe something darker."Roleplay?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure?"You hesitated, suddenly unsure of yourself. But then you remembered the way she had touched you, the way she had taken control so effortlessly. And you nodded, determination replacing doubt."Yes," you said firmly. "I want to."She studied you for a long moment, as if weighing your sincerity. Finally, she smiled, a slow, wicked grin that sent a thrill of anticipation racing through you."Alright," she said, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest. "But I get to be the doctor."Before you could respond, she reached for the stethoscope hanging around her neck and pressed the cold metal against your bare chest. The sudden contact made you gasp, and she smirked, clearly pleased with your reaction."Let's see how strong your heart is," she murmured, moving the stethoscope lower, her fingers brushing against your nipples as she went. "I hope it's not too weak to handle what comes next."Your breath hitched as she continued her ministrations, each touch more intimate than the last. You could feel your erection growing, pressing insistently against the diaper. She must have noticed, because she paused, her gaze locking onto yours."Oh, I think we're going to have fun," she whispered, leaning in close enough that you could feel her breath on your lips. "But first, let's check your vitals again."With that, she moved the stethoscope lower still, skimming over your abdomen before coming to rest just above the waistband of your diaper. The sensation was unbearable, and you squirmed involuntarily, eliciting a soft chuckle from her."Easy now," she teased, her fingers dancing lightly over your skin. "We wouldn't want you to get too excited, would we?"You shook your head, unable to form words, your body trembling with need. She continued her examination, her touch both gentle and teasing, driving you to the brink of madness. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, she leaned in close once more, her lips brushing against your ear."Tell me," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. "What kind of doctor do you want me to be?"

The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Your head throbbed with a relentless ache, and your mouth tasted like stale beer mixed with something metallic. You blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog from your vision, but it only made things worse. The unfamiliar surroundings added to your confusion. Where the hell were you?

A soft rustle of fabric caught your attention, and you turned your head slowly, wincing at the pain that shot through your skull. Standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the brighter light from the hallway, was your neighbor. The one you'd seen countless times in passing, always dressed in crisp scrubs, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. She was the epitome of professionalism, and right now, she looked anything but.

"Ah, you're awake," she said softly, stepping into the room. Her voice was soothing, almost hypnotic, and it did little to ease your mounting panic. "Do you remember what happened?"

You tried to speak, but your throat was dry, and all that came out was a hoarse croak. She seemed to understand, though, because she moved closer, setting a glass of water on the bedside table before gently lifting your head to help you sip. The cool liquid felt like heaven against your parched throat, and you drank greedily until she pulled the glass away.

"Better?" she asked, her eyes never leaving yours. There was something unsettling about the way she looked at you, like she knew more than she was letting on.

You nodded slowly, too tired to argue. As the water settled in your stomach, some of the fog began to lift, and fragments of memory started to surface. The party... the shots... the strange man offering you something... and then nothing.

"I found you passed out on my doorstep," she explained, as if reading your thoughts. "It looked like you had a rough night. I took care of you."

There was a pause, and she glanced down at the bed. Following her gaze, you realized with horror that you weren't wearing pants. In fact, you were wearing something you hadn't worn since you were a toddler—a diaper. Your face flushed with embarrassment, and you struggled to sit up, only to be stopped by her firm hand on your chest.

"Don't move," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. "You need to stay still."

"What the hell is this?" you demanded, gesturing wildly to the diaper. "Why am I wearing this?"

She sighed, a mixture of frustration and concern flickering across her face. "You were in no condition to take care of yourself last night. I had no choice."

Before you could protest further, she reached for something on the bedside table—a warm, wet cloth. Without warning, she began to clean you, her movements efficient yet oddly tender. You flinched as the cloth touched your most sensitive areas, but she didn't stop. If anything, she applied more pressure, ensuring every inch of you was thoroughly cleansed.

"Relax," she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. "It won't hurt much longer."

But it wasn't the pain that bothered you. It was the sensation, raw and electric, that sent shivers down your spine. Every stroke of the cloth, every brush of her fingers, ignited a fire deep within you. And as much as you hated to admit it, you liked it. A lot.

When she finally finished, she discarded the cloth and reached for a fresh diaper, smoothing it beneath you with practiced ease. You watched, mesmerized, as she taped it securely in place, her touch lingering just a bit too long on your inner thighs.

"There," she said, patting your leg gently. "All done."

For a moment, the room was silent, save for the sound of your labored breathing. You couldn't meet her eyes, too consumed by shame and arousal to form coherent thoughts. But then, a thought struck you, wild and desperate.

"Can we... can we roleplay?" you blurted out, surprising even yourself. "As a patient and doctor?"

Her eyes widened slightly, and for the first time since you woke up, she looked genuinely shocked. But then, just as quickly, the surprise gave way to something else—curiosity, perhaps, or maybe something darker.

"Roleplay?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure?"

You hesitated, suddenly unsure of yourself. But then you remembered the way she had touched you, the way she had taken control so effortlessly. And you nodded, determination replacing doubt.

"Yes," you said firmly. "I want to."

She studied you for a long moment, as if weighing your sincerity. Finally, she smiled, a slow, wicked grin that sent a thrill of anticipation racing through you.

"Alright," she said, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest. "But I get to be the doctor."

Before you could respond, she reached for the stethoscope hanging around her neck and pressed the cold metal against your bare chest. The sudden contact made you gasp, and she smirked, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"Let's see how strong your heart is," she murmured, moving the stethoscope lower, her fingers brushing against your nipples as she went. "I hope it's not too weak to handle what comes next."

Your breath hitched as she continued her ministrations, each touch more intimate than the last. You could feel your erection growing, pressing insistently against the diaper. She must have noticed, because she paused, her gaze locking onto yours.

"Oh, I think we're going to have fun," she whispered, leaning in close enough that you could feel her breath on your lips. "But first, let's check your vitals again."

With that, she moved the stethoscope lower still, skimming over your abdomen before coming to rest just above the waistband of your diaper. The sensation was unbearable, and you squirmed involuntarily, eliciting a soft chuckle from her.

"Easy now," she teased, her fingers dancing lightly over your skin. "We wouldn't want you to get too excited, would we?"

You shook your head, unable to form words, your body trembling with need. She continued her examination, her touch both gentle and teasing, driving you to the brink of madness. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, she leaned in close once more, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Tell me," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. "What kind of doctor do you want me to be?"

Waking up groggy from a party, you find yourself in a strange room with a messy diaper. As you struggle to piece together what happened, you notice someone standing in the doorway - your hot neighbor, who also happens to be a nurse. She explains that she found you passed out on her doorstep and took care of you. As she changes your soiled diaper and tenderly cleanses your private areas, you can't help but fantasize about what else she might do. Eventually, you muster up the courage to ask her if she'd be interested in roleplaying a naughty patient and doctor scenario. To your surprise, she agrees, and the two of you embark on a secret erotic journey of exploration and power play. Between checking your vitals and administering fake shots, there's plenty of opportunities for them to satisfy each other's desires.

Roleplaying with the Naughty Nurse Neighbor

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