Rosie had definitely bitten off more than she could chew this time. Why had she been so insistent that she host Friendsgiving this year? And why hadn't she taken up any of her friends when they'd asked if they could bring anything?!

The answer to both of those was pretty simple, though that didn't mean she liked it. She wanted to prove that she could do it, especially after the last couple years, when she'd seen what a great job her other friends had done when they'd hosted it. There had always been a little part of her that had thought she could handle it, too, and that wanted to show everyone else that, so, when it had come time to see who would be in charge this year, and there was a slight pause before anyone else answered, she'd decided it was a sign.

That had been all well and good last month, but now, as the day approached, she was starting to wonder how this was going to work, if she was going to be able to show her friends up after all. She'd told herself, back at the start, that she knew how to make everything you needed for Thanksgiving, other than perhaps the turkey, which she'd never cooked before. She could look up some tutorials on Youtube or whatever, though, and get the idea.

There were, she had to admit, a lot more videos about it than she expected, and they were a lot longer than she would have anticipated, so she, instead, decided to hold off on that and think about her side dishes, going through them one by one, realizing that she might not be as familiar with how to make those, either, as she'd thought. There were other things she could cook, of course, but she knew there were things her friends would expect to be on the table, and it was starting to look like she'd have to teach herself how to do all of them.

Or... There was another option. It would be expensive, but she wanted this to be perfect, so, as she got closer to the big day, she started to consider it more and more until, finally, she caved in and looked online to see about hiring a private chef.

In the end, it had worked out pretty well for her. She was able to put together a menu, and then forget all about it, leaving the chef, Maxine, to deal with the nightmare of grocery shopping the week before Thanksgiving, and thinking about when to start thawing the turkey, or preparing the sides. Rosie, instead, could sit and relax in her diapers and not worry about a thing.

Rosie had taken the whole week of Thanksgiving off from work, and, now that she was free from the burden of cooking, and ready to accept the praise from her friends for what was bound to be a delicious meal, she could keep herself in diapers full time, really enjoying herself, and her freedom, staying holed up in her house to revel in her baby time, until Thursday morning when she remembered she needed to clean things up to prepare for her guests, and the chef.

It wasn't too hard to dispose of the evidence, since she was quite used to it by now, tucking all of her supplies away so her friends wouldn't spot them, piling her plushies back in the guest room so she could pretend she didn't love to snuggle with them at night, carrying all of her used diapers out to the garbage can in the far corner of the garage, so nobody would smell them in the house.

Her only problem, however, was the fact that she had been wearing her diapers for so long this week. She'd gotten used to them, and almost forgot that she was still wearing one until she stepped in front of the mirror and spotted it peeking out from the top of her pants.

She was glad she did. Despite it being November, with all the cleaning up she had to do, and the way the kitchen heated up when she used her stove, she'd chosen a white crop top to wear, which left the plastic waistband of her diaper very obvious. She blushed, imagining opening the door for Maxine like this.

And then, as if thinking of the woman had summoned her, she saw an unfamiliar car pull into her driveway. With a curse, she rushed for the bathroom, tearing out of her jeans and diaper, and, without the time to take it out to the garage with the others, she stuffed it into the garbage can under the sink, making it to the front door just before the third ring of the doorbell.

"Oh, good, you are here," Maxine greeted, sounding annoyed when Rosie opened the door to find her out there, juggling an armload of pans and shopping bags. "I was starting to worry I had the wrong house."

"Sorry!" Rosie blushed, feeling awkward as she stood there. She tried reaching out to take some of the bags, wanting to help, but drew her hands away quickly, unsure how to take any of them without running the risk of toppling the delicate balance the woman had created.

So she stood by uselessly as Maxine swept in, looking so much like she owned the place, and knew what she was doing, that she didn't think to do anything until the chef asked, "So, where is your kitchen?"

"Oh!" Rosie nodded. "It's right over here!" She led the woman in, showing her the way, watching while Maxine unloaded her cargo onto the counters, straightening up from under the weight of it all, revealing her true height. Rosie gulped, finding her eyes drawn to the low cut of the woman's shirt, squirming in place, feeling so tiny, and inadequate, in front of the much taller, much better endowed, Maxine. She had no idea how old the chef was, but she'd have guessed around her age, even though, at the moment, Rosie felt like she was just a little girl compared to her.

It didn't help that she hadn't considered asking if there was anything else to bring in until Maxine was already heading back out to her car. Perhaps her desire to make up for that, and prove that she wasn't as useless as she'd appeared so far, and that she was just as grown-up as Maxine, was what led to her sticking around the kitchen, watching intently while Maxine started her prep.

"If you have anything else you need to take care of, you can do that," Maxine suggested gently as she tied on her apron. "I can handle it from here."

"I do a little cooking myself!" Rosie blurted out, wanting Maxine to know she had some skills.

Maxine nodded slowly. "That's great," she forced a smile.

"S-So, if you need any help..." Rosie continued.

"No, no," Maxine shook her head. "That's why you hired me, so you don't have to worry about any of that. I've got it!"

"Okay," Rosie said, but she stayed standing there, watching, sometimes asking questions that she thought would make her seem observant, and insightful, though Maxine was always able to answer them with no more than a word or two, sounding more annoyed every time.

"Do you have your table done yet?" Maxine asked finally. "You know, that seems like it would be simple, but you don't want to leave it until the last minute!"

"Good idea!" Rosie nodded, wanting to prove her worth, scrambling over to pull open the drawer with the utensils, Maxine nearly running straight into it as she turned, pot in hand.

"Rosie!" she snapped.

"Sorry!" Rosie blushed. "You told me to set the table!"

"Well, I didn't know your stuff was right there!" Maxine rolled her eyes. "I've never been here before, remember?"

"O-Oh, right," Rosie said. It did seem hard to recall, especially when she was sweeping around the kitchen like she owned it. "Sorry," she repeated, grabbing up a handful of forks and closing the drawer to get out of Maxine's way, heading to the dining room to count out the chairs, and set everything up. It wasn't until she was almost done that she realized she'd been sent off the set the table like a little kid being made to do her chores, probably to get her out of the way.

Even with that in mind, Rosie couldn't help heading back to the kitchen afterwards to watch some more, asking more questions until, finally, when everything was at a good pausing point, Maxine excused herself, asking where the bathroom was.

Rosie told her, then peeked in all of the pans, sniffing at them, her confidence rising once more as she hopped onto her Friendsgiving text chain to brag about how good everything was going to be, snapping a few pictures to tease them with, picking up one of her heavy, wooden spoons to stir at one of the dishes with, making it seem like she was the one working on it.

"Rosie!" Maxine scolded, making her flinch, the picture turning out blurry because of it. She turned, nibbling her bottom lip, to find Maxine standing there, hands on her hips. "I asked you to leave everything alone while I was gone, didn't I?"

"Y-Yes," Rosie admitted. "I-I wasn't..."

Maxine sighed, taking the spoon out of Rosie's hand, pushing her away from the stove. "You have a kid, don't you?" Maxine asked. "Why don't you go check on them?"

"Wh-What?" Rosie's brow furrowed. "What are you...? I don't have a kid."

"Oh, my mistake," Maxine shrugged. "Are they coming for the meal, though? I'd be happy to fix something just for them, but it would have been nice to have some warning."

Rosie was still confused. "None of my friends have children, either."

Maxine frowned, looking confused herself as she stared down at Rosie. "But I was throwing something away in the bathroom, and I saw..." Rosie couldn't help herself, couldn't stop the expression of embarrassment and fear from crossing her face. Right away, she could see that Maxine had noticed, and knew. "I see," she smirked. "I suppose I should have known, huh? Are you wearing one right now?"

"N-No!" Rosie turned bright red. "I-I don't need diapers, I just..." She squirmed, covering her face with her hands realizing that, by saying it, she was admitting she knew what Maxine was talking about, since she hadn't said what it was she'd found, and made it look all the more like she did, in fact, need them, or at least deserve to be in them.

"Why don't you go get one, and your changing supplies, and set it up in the living room?" Maxine suggested. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Wh-What?!" Rosie squeaked. "N-No!"

"No?" Maxine raised an eyebrow, and, in a flash, she was grabbing Rosie, spinning her around, smacking the seat of her jeans with the same spoon the girl had been using a few moments earlier. "Did you tell me no, young lady?!"

"Ow!" Rosie rubbed her bottom, already feeling a sore spot forming there. "Wh-What are you...?!"

"Rosie, you go get your diapers right now, young lady!" Maxine ordered, waving the spoon at her, "or I'll take you over my knee and give you a proper spanking!"

Rosie swallowed, eyeing the spoon nervously. As embarrassing as it was to be defeated by a single swat, that had been enough to let her know that she didn't want to mess with the woman. Obediently, heart pounding, she scurried off to do as she'd been told, and, by the time she had, Maxine was waiting for her in the living room, arms crossed.

"Y-You don't have to do this," Rosie reminded her, as Maxine spread the changing mat out, then started to unbutton Rosie's jeans.

"I think I do," Maxine replied, tugging Rosie's pants down. "Feet up." Rosie lifted her feet one by one, letting Maxine whisk her pants away before unfolding the big, pink diaper and spreading it out, giving the center a cushy pat. "Down."

Rosie sat down with a gulp, bottom sinking into the waiting padding, feeling powerless as the chef quickly wiped her, powdered her, and taped her up, leaving her lying on the mat in her tiny top and bulky diaper.

"That's better," Maxine declared. "Now, I'd better get back to work."

Rosie watched her go, pawing at her diaper in disbelief. Never before had she had anyone else diaper her. She'd always had to do it herself. It was nice, she thought, though definitely embarrassing, not only having somebody else know her secret, but also having someone who hadn't known about this take the initiative, decide that she belonged in these. Someone who was here to cook for her, not baby her.

It took her a few minutes to work up the courage to creep back to the kitchen, and, before she got there, Maxine turned. "I thought I heard you crinkling," she said. "Here, I dug through your cabinets a bit and found this." She slid a baby bottle filled with milk across the counter towards Rosie. "That should keep you busy for a minute."

Rosie had thought she had hidden her bottles and sippy cups better than that, but apparently not. Blushing, she picked up the bottle and put it to her lips. The milk tasted a little different, though she wasn't sure if that was because she'd been given it by someone else, or if Maxine had brought a different kind of milk with her for one of the dishes, or if there was more to it than that.

After what had happened, she couldn't particularly find the strength to say no to the bigger woman. If anything, Rosie felt smaller now, like she had to look up to Maxine more, which made her orders feel all the more important to follow. And she was all the more fascinated with what Maxine was doing, watching her intently as she sucked on her bottle, being drawn closer and closer to her.

"Rosie," Maxine rolled her eyes, finding the girl right behind her. "Here, why don't you sit down here, out of the way?" She took Rosie by the shoulder, leading her over to the far corner of the kitchen, pushing gently down until the girl's legs folded, and she sat, landing on her padded bottom.

"I-I was helping," Rosie mumbled. Maxine took the bottle from her, holding it, pushing the nipple back into her mouth, Rosie finding herself starting to nurse it automatically.

"Now you're helping," Maxine told her softly, stroking her hair. "Being a good girl and sitting here and drinking your baba is such a big help to me, Rosie."

Rosie reached up, taking the bottle with both hands, staring up into Maxine's eyes, feeling so small, so helpless. This was her kitchen, and her big meal! She should be able to do something! But no, all that Maxine saw her as fit to do was this, sitting out of the way, squirming in her diapers. She had a feeling that now, Maxine wouldn't even have trusted her to set the table anymore. To be honest, she didn't feel all that capable of doing it, either.

When she was done with her bottle, she didn't even feel like getting to her feet, crawling towards Maxine on all fours. "M-Maxine?" she spoke up quietly.

"Rosie, aren't you being a good girl?" Maxine raised an eyebrow. "Do I need to use the spoon?"

"N-No," Rosie shook her head.

"Then get back to your spot, sweetie," Maxine told her. "I'll refill your bottle in a minute. I'd give you some pots and pans to bang on to entertain you, but I need them all at the moment."

"I-I just wanted to see what time it was," Rosie said, fidgeting at the suggestion that she could be entertained by something so simple as that, like a real toddler. "I can't see the clock on the stove from down here, and my phone is in my pants pocket all the way in the living room, and..."

"What do you need to know what time it is for?" Maxine asked with a chuckle.

Rosie blushed, gesturing down at herself. "M-My friends are going to be here soon, and I can't let them see me like this!"

"That's a good point," Maxine agreed. "Just hold on a minute and I'll help you out."

That help was not, to put it lightly, what Rosie had expected. Maxine helped Rosie to her feet, holding her by the hand and having her lead her to her room, sitting her down on the floor once more while she dug through her clothes, zeroing in quickly on her baby clothes stash.

"How cute!" Maxine gushed, holding up an oversized bib Rosie had found for the holiday, one with a cartoon turkey on the front saying, 'Gobble gobble.' "This is more like it!"

"N-No," Rosie shook her head. "N-No, that's not..."

But Maxine had slipped the wooden spoon into the pocket of her apron, and all it took was her sitting on the edge of Rosie's bed, pulling her up over her lap and showing it to her, before Rosie was whimpering, blushing in horror as she felt her diaper warm, realizing she was wetting herself at the mere suggestion of a spanking.

What a pathetic little baby she was, she thought as she obediently stood there, letting this stranger strip her out of her shirt, tying the bib on to replace it, before finishing up the 'outfit with a pair of frilly ankle sock and shiny, pink Mary Janes. She'd bought them because they matched the shade of pink of her favorite diapers pretty well, though she'd never expected that those two things would make up the majority of one of her outfits. Yet, here she was, letting herself be led, toddling, back to the kitchen, sat down in the corner with a fresh bottle, feeling more babyish and anxious than ever.

"Do you still want to help?" Maxine asked after a while, though, with no way to see what time it was, Rosie had no idea how long.

"Yes!" Rosie nodded. She wanted to help however she could, to prove to Maxine, and herself, that she wasn't just a baby after all, and so that she could hopefully get Maxine finished up and out of here before her friends arrived, so she could change, and keep them from knowing that she'd hired a chef.

"Good girl!" Maxine praised. "You go ahead and wet your diaper for me, then, okay?"

"Wh-What?!" Rosie gulped. Was she serious?! How was that going to help with anything?! Then again, that was one thing that she did feel capable of doing, even now, which was embarrassing enough on its own, thinking that was all she was really good for at the moment.

"You don't want to wear that when your friends are here, do you?" Maxine asked. Rosie shook her head, a wave of relief washing over her. Maxine had been teasing after all! "Give me a reason to change you, then, and go pee-pee in your Pampers."

"Yes, ma'am," Rosie nodded. She hated how accomplished she felt, how proud she was to be able to do what she was told, even if that meant relaxing her bladder, feeling her padding grow warmer, swelling between her legs as she wiggled on the floor.

She finally got a glimpse of the clock on the stove when Maxine helped her to her feet, the pride she'd had quickly vanishing when she saw what it said. "I-It's that late?!" she squealed. "You aren't finished yet?!"

"Well, I've had some distractions," Maxine gave her a pointed look. "Everything will be finished soon."

"No," Rosie shook her head. "I-I need you to go now!"

But Maxine ignored her, laying her down on the changing mat, then, when she wouldn't stop squirming, turning her onto her side for another quick whap with the spoon. "W-We don't have time for this now," Rosie complained.

And, right on cue, her doorbell rang. "Come in!" Maxine shouted, Rosie's blood freezing as she heard her front door open, and the sound of her friends start to pile in, timed almost perfectly with the tearing off of the first tape of her diaper. "Rosie, if you don't stay still, this is only going to take longer."

"Maxine!" Rosie hissed. "You can't do this now!"

"Rosie, you're soaked," Maxine pointed out, speaking much louder than Rosie had dared, as if she hadn't been the one who had told Rosie to wet herself. "There's no way this diaper will last through the whole meal!"

Rosie covered her face as she saw the first of her friends appear in the living room's doorway, like a baby trying to make something vanish by not looking at it. It didn't work, of course, and she could hear the giggling and whispering as her audience grew bigger, as her diaper was pulled open and Maxine calmly wiped her clean.

"Oh!" Rosie's eyes shot open when she felt a finger slip into her bottom, revealing to her everyone standing around her, witnessing her diaper change.

"Sorry," Maxine cooed. "Just making sure everywhere gets nice and cleaned out. Do you want to introduce me to your friends, sweetie?" Rosie shook her head, but Maxine wasn't taking that for an answer. "Go on, don't be rude, Rosie."

So, slowly, as Maxine slipped the old, clearly used, diaper out from under her bottom, and replaced it with a fresh one, Rosie stammered out the names of all of her friends, looking at each one in turn, seeing how bemused, or vaguely disgusted, they all were at what was happening, until, at last, her new diaper was taped up, and Maxine was helping her to her feet.

"Nice to meet you all," Maxine told them with a polite nod. "My name is Maxine. I'm the chef."

"The chef?" Rosie fidgeted, listening to her friends whisper in confusion. "I thought Rosie was cooking all this one her own."

"Oh, of course she didn't do it herself," Maxine said, patting Rosie on the seat of her diaper. "She's not even allowed near the stove, are you?"

Rosie gulped, shook her head. "N-No, ma'am," she admitted, remembering how far away from it she'd been banished to drink her bottles.

She wasn't allowed to help carry the food to the dining room, either, though she did trail after Maxine, clinging to her apron, scared of being left alone with her friends, and having to come up with an explanation for all this. "No, silly, we don't want you dropping anything. Stay here while I finish everything up."

Maxine extracted her apron from Rosie's clinging hands, pushing her back towards the center of the living room, where all eyes were on her, just the way she'd wanted when she'd agreed to hold Friendsgiving in the first place, though this was not what she'd had in mind.

"So, Rosie," one of her friends spoke up after a long, awkward silence, "is there anything you'd like to tell us?"

"Th-This isn't what it looks like!" Rosie insisted, but, try as she might, she couldn't come up with what it was instead, stammering and staring down at her shuffling feet, fumbling with her bib, though she couldn't do much. It was big, but not big enough to cover her diaper, and she knew that if she tried to tug on it to try to make it do that, it might come undone, and expose her bare chest instead, which wouldn't be much better. She groaned, her tummy churning with anxiety, not knowing what to do, or say.

She was so glad when Maxine returned to tell everyone that the food was ready, trailing after the woman as they all headed to the dining room. "Silly Rosie here," Maxine announced when they were all inside, "told me she set the table correctly, but I should have known better than to trust her. You forgot a seat, sweetie. So I guess that means you'll have to sit with me."

Rosie was confused at first, not knowing how she'd done that, until Maxine had sat down and pulled her into her lap, and she realized the problem. She hadn't planned on Maxine being here to eat, or while her friends were here at all, so that had thrown the place count off. Maxine didn't actually appear to mind, however, happy to bounce Rosie on her lap, picking up a bowl of rather unappetizing looking mush from the table.

"N-No, I want that!" Rosie whined, looking at the beautiful meal that Maxine had made, and her friends were digging into, that she'd paid for, and had led to all of this.

"That's what this is," Maxine promised. "Just in the form that's right for you."

Rosie wrinkled her nose as Maxine loaded up a spoonful of the concoction, sliding it between her lips. It didn't taste awful, honestly, but the texture of it, and the indignity of this being her Thanksgiving dinner, was enough to make her spit half of it out. "Rosie," Maxine cooed, "do I need to spank you in front of all your friends?"

Rosie stiffened, shaking her head frantically. "N-No, ma'am!"

"I didn't think so," Maxine said smugly, dipping the spoon into the bowl again. "Now, open wide..."

But Rosie's spoon-feeding wasn't the last of her worries by a long shot. She had almost gotten used to it, and accepted that this is what it was going to be, while hoping there would be some leftovers of the real stuff she could try later, when she felt the pressure in her tummy, and realized it wasn't purely from her nerves after all.

She squirmed, starting to sweat, wondering if she could make it through the rest of the meal, and feeling more certain the answer was no with each passing moment. And, to make matters worse, it hadn't been a private suffering, either, as well as she'd thought she was hiding it.

"Aww, what's wrong, Rosie?" Maxine asked, giving her a bounce. "Oh, I bet I know."

For a moment, Rosie thought Maxine did know, and she prayed that the woman would be nice, and take her to the bathroom without making a fuss about it. Instead, Maxine fumbled with her shirt for a moment, then turned Rosie around in her lap. Rosie's eyes widened as she was greeted by the sight of Maxine's bare breast.

"Go on, Rosie," Maxine urged. "You've been staring at them all day."

Rosie shook her head, blushing, but Maxine was pushing her closer and closer, and there was nothing she could do about it. She felt her mouth fill with flesh, and then, almost without thinking, she started to suck.

What was she doing?! She couldn't let herself get breastfed in front of all of her friends! But she couldn't stop it, either, the milk seeming strangely comforting, and familiar, for a reason she couldn't place until she realized it had been what she'd been drinking all day from her bottle. Maxine had already been giving her breastmilk, and Rosie had been willingly drinking it, not knowing how very infantile her snack had been until now, when she got it from the source.

And then, as a final nail in the coffin of her maturity, she felt the pressure building in her again, and, this time, she couldn't stop it, grunting softly into Maxine's chest as she helplessly started to fill her diaper. She whimpered, having forgotten all about the strange invasive poke into her backside during her change with everything else that had happened, having nothing else to blame this accident on but herself, making it all the more humiliating as she felt the padding slowly expand around her, the warm mush invading every inch of it, refusing to stop no matter how hard she tried to make it.

"Here," one of her friends said quietly, as Rosie finished up at both ends. "Why don't I take her for a minute so you can eat, Maxine? I finished up my first helping, and I need to take a break before I have seconds anyway."

Rosie let out a squeak as she was sat down on the other girl's lap, mess squelching beneath her, blushing as her friend lifted the corner of her bib, using it to wipe away a trickle of milk from her cheek. She wanted to tell her friend that this wasn't her, that she wasn't a baby, that Maxine was behind all of this, but even she didn't know how much of that was the truth anymore.

These diapers were hers, and she'd spent the week in them until now. And she had been the one who had just pooped in them, so didn't that mean that she was a baby after all? It definitely felt like it as she was passed around the table so everyone could have their turns eating, and with her, all her friends dandling and fussing over her, clearly having seen how perfectly this fit her, how much her diapers suited her.

If only she'd tried watching those tutorials after all, she thought, as she was returned to Maxine, who declared it was time for her to be put down for a nap. All she'd wanted to do was make sure her Friendsgiving was just as good as the ones her friends had hosted, or better, and now they all knew all about her fetish, and what a baby she really was.

In a way, it was nice to have her secret out, to have everybody know. In another, it was scary, wondering if she could ever look at her friends the same way again, or if they would look at her the way they used to, rather than as the overgrown toddler they now saw that she was, deep down. She had a feeling, at the very least, that whoever got her for their Secret Santa exchange was going to get her something very different now than what they might have considered before today. And when they all went out, would they make sure she was padded before they left, and check her while they were out? Could she really blame them if they did, after she'd let herself be breastfed, then messed herself in front of all of them? After that, she really didn't deserve to be seen as a big girl by them again, and she doubted she ever would again.

"Night-night," Maxine told her, tucking her into her bed, still in the same squishy diaper. "I'll come change you in a bit, after your nap. You're not going to try to do it yourself, are you? Or get out of this bed before I tell you naptime is over?"

There was nothing stopping her from doing either. It was her house, her room. Most of her diaper stash was here, along with all her grown-up clothes. She could get herself changed out of this diaper in no time.

But, as she squirmed under her covers, she knew she wasn't going to. Even by herself, without anyone else who had witnessed her shame there, she didn't have the strength to deny what today had proven to her. "N-No, ma'am," she shook her head, ready to do whatever Maxine told her, knowing she was far too big of a baby to do much of anything else.