A change in the morning routine

You wake with a wet diaper which is normal now. Rebeccah's mother helps you remove it and then ushers you into the bathroom.

"It's time for you to start taking over your morning routine," she informs you. "Let's see how much of it you can do on your own."

You are standing naked in front of her, aside from your cage and your plug, which you know need to be removed and cleaned.

"I need to be unlocked," you say to her bashfully.

Rebeccah's mother pulls the key from her ample cleavage and unlocks your cage. You pull it off, and then you squat on the bathroom floor, feeling awkward under her gaze and gently tug the plug from your anus. You proceed to wash both in the sink with plenty of hot soap and water. From there, you proceed through your routine. First your enema, then your bath. She hands you the razor and you teach yourself to carefully shave around your anus while she reads her romance novel.

When you are finished, she takes you back to your bedroom and helps you back onto the changing table. The cool air on your uncaged and freshly shaved penis makes it tingle and she reaches down and gently grasps it between her thumb and forefinger, examining it.

"Your cage hasn't been fitting as well lately, I've noticed," she says, offhandedly. "I got you a new one that should fit better, and while I was at it, I got you a new plug."

Rebeccah's mother pulls a box from under the table. The new cage is shorter than the one you've been wearing and the ring seems smaller too. She squeezes your testicles into the ring which fits snugly. You realize your cage has been getting loose. Then she fits the cage on top, which is practically flat. Your penis easily compresses to the point where it is barely even a bump. Then she locks it and smiles at her handiwork.

"How is that?" she asks. "Comfortable?"

"Yes, mommy," you say.

She then reveals your new plug, which is considerably larger. You swallow with dread.

"I think you're ready for more of a challenge," she says devilishly, as she coats it with lube.

You submissively spread your legs wide and she starts working it into your hole.

"That's a good girl," she praises you. "You'll be used to it in no time."

There is so much pressure, it takes a moment before you feel you can breathe normally.

"We are going to start doing some new things when we get up in the morning," she tells you, helping you off the changing table.

She leads you over to the vanity, and you find yourself walking on tip-toes because of the larger plug. You let out a little whimper as you sit on your vanity chair and it presses deeper.

"You are going to start putting on makup in the morning. Remember when we played dressup? We are going to start playing dressup every day, and just like your bath, you are going to start learning to do it yourself. How does that sound?"

"Okay, mommy," you say nervously.

Rebeccah's mother steps you through applying your makeup, giving you lots of gentle encouragement. Soon you are looking at yourself in the vanity mirror and once again, you are amazed by the transformation.

Afterward, she shows you that you have some new clothes in your closet and dresser.

"These are for when we are playing dressup," she explains. "When we play dressup, you don't have to wear a diaper, but you have to promise to not have an accident. Can I trust you to not have an accident?"

You nod, excited at the prospect of not having a bulky diaper between your legs, but you feel a twinge of anxiety, hoping you can keep your promise. Rebeccahs mother starts showing you your new clothes, showing you how to put your outfits together. You quickly realize all of the clothes are rather adult, and honestly kind of slutty. There are several very short skirts that won't hide your bottom from peeking out, and a number of cropped tops that show plenty of middrift. Topping it off is a collection bra and panty sets that make you blush when you see how brief and sheer they are.

"Let's try some on." she says, picking out a sheer bra and g-string and handing them to you.

Blushing, you pull the panties up your smooth thighs and nestle your little cage in the panel. You fumble with the bra, not sure how to put it on.

"Do it like this," she says, showing you how to clasp it around your middrift in the front, rotate the clasp to the back, and then put your arms through the shoulder loops. She helps you adjust it, pressing your chest into the cups until she seems satisfied. You look at yourself in the mirror and you are astonished to see that you have a little bit of cleavage. When did your chest get so fat? You poke your 'breast' tentatively with your finger, feeling the soft flesh.

"You're growing the most adorable little bumps!" she says admiringly. "Your round little bottom is getting fuller, but your tummy is staying as tight and trim as ever!"

What she is saying is true. You have felt that your hips and bottom have been getting bigger, and come to think of it, your chest too. You've even noticed your nipples getting more sensitive. You thought it was your imagination, but they've seemed lately to be larger than usual and poking out in your shirts. Your tummy as usual, just as she said, remains flat. What does this all mean?

She finishes off your outfit with a little plaid skirt, a white long sleeved sweater that is cropped just under your chest, and soft white stockings that come up to the top of your thighs. She puts your hair in ponytails and then has you twirl for her, so she can see you from every angle.

"You look good enough to eat," she announces, and then takes you down stairs for breakfast.