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Just An Average Night

No sooner had the front door closed than the immediate desire to cub out crossed through Joel's mind. After a long day at work with dealing with a multitude of responsibilities and people, the lion's body ached and yearned for the comforts of taking it slow to enjoy the rest of his evening. This way, he could wash, rinse and repeat the entire process once again the following evening. He could be rejuvenated and revitalized in the morning! Truth be told, it never got old through the years that he's been cubbing out.

The process always started off with Joel haphazardly launching his black loafers right off of his feet in a cathartic and figurative act of letting his responsibilities loose. Next, he removed his blazer with significantly more care because, in one hand, he carried a plastic bag filled with the night's dinner. He passed the bag between his hands as he removed his jacket, and hung the blazer up on the coat rack beside him. Afterwards, he hooked a king-sized finger into the carefully-crafted knot in his tie to loosen it up. With the knot still in-tact, the lion removed the tie and hung it beside the blazer on the wall. Then, he set his dinner on to the living room's coffee table as he passed through the area towards his 'fun room.'

The room was originally meant to be a guestroom, but Joel rarely received guests. Of course, this meant that the door was always locked, even when he was inside of it for very obvious reasons. This also meant that the rare, occasional guest that had the honor of staying over would have to stay in his bedroom, while he slept on the couch in the living room. He always claimed that the guest bedroom was his work-space, but that's just a big, fat lie. Upon a first glance in the 'fun room', one could immediately tell that it was an infantile space and, in no way, a work-space.

The hard-wood flooring of the rest of the house suddenly transitioned into soft, colorful, foam play-mats It was the ideal surface to play on and it was very easy to clean! The wallpaper that decorated the walls displayed a jungle environment with different shades of pastel green in the form of vines, bushes and leaves. A very suitable wallpaper choice for the king of the jungle. The scent of predominantly baby powder strongly permeates the air in this space. However, upon closer inspection, one could immediately tell that it wasn't an ordinary infantile space.

The first thing one would notice would be the abnormal size of the furnishings in this room. The changing table, crib, and playpen- to name a few of the things inside the 'fun room'- appeared inappropriately sized. They were large enough to fit even a hulking, massive, quarterback of an adult- with room to spare. A large adult such as Joel. The second thing one would notice would be the presence of Joel's name on all of the furnishings. For instance, the white, plastic diaper pail beside the brown, wooden changing table had a 'Hi, my name is' tag plastered on to it with his name in large, blue, block letters. For example, the white-painted, wooden crib had his name engraved on the bottom plank of the side that lifted close.

Despite his mounting urge to dive straight into the room, Joel hit the showers first. He stripped down to his birthday suit, depositing that day's work clothes into the laundry hamper. He stepped into the porcelain tub and started the water, letting the hot, steaming water pour on to his body. He rubbed shampoo into his luscious mane and let the suds wash away. The lion squeezed body wash into his paws and rubbed all along his body. He paid special attention to his shaft. He used both paws to run the length of his cock a few times and let the water clean him off before he went 'too far.' After all, he needed to save 'that' for when he was in his 'fun room.'

Satisfied, Joel stopped the water, reached past the shower curtains to the towel rack, and pulled his towel into the shower with him to dry himself off. After he stepped out, he stood in front of his bathroom mirror so he could blow-dry and comb his mane. He flexed here and there and made silly faces at himself because everybody does it every once in a while. With his towel hung back up to dry on the towel rack, the fully nude lion left the steamy bathroom and made an immediate beeline to the 'fun room.' Once inside, he locked the door and shuffled his way over to the changing table.

He pulled one of the eight drawers open and revealed a hefty stack of adult diapers neatly waiting to be pulled out and used. This month's diapers were all Zellega-brand Tyve diapers. The Tyve diapers were the 'basic' and classic of the Zellega-brand! In Joel's opinion, they are an incredible combination of cute and absorbent! The plastic shell of the diaper is crisp and white, while also being thick enough to please his need to be swaddled in the softness of his infantile undergarments. The landing zone comes decorated with simple colors and the option of custom text or pre-set texts, like 'Sport', 'Slugger', 'Baby' and much more!

Today's diaper is a Tyve diaper with a yellow landing zone with large, orange, bubble-font text that had his name. He used his knees to close the drawer and unfolded the thick diaper. He set the opened diaper on to the soft padding of the changing table's surface and sprinkled a liberal amount of baby powder into it. Without any further adieu, the lion hops on up on to the open diaper and planted his rump right down. A cloud of baby powder erupted, and sent the whiteness every which way. He wiggled his bottom to really get the baby powder into his skin.

First, Joel threaded his majestic tail into place. Next, he tucked his shaft down between his legs, the tip pointed into the diaper. After, he grasped the front of the diaper, pulled it up against his stomach, and rubbed the powder into his groin. With an open palm on the outside of his diaper, he pressed hard against himself to really get the powder rubbed in. He spent a little too long rubbing himself because his penis engorged with blood and started to harden. Finally, he tugged and pulled both of the tapes into place before the fit would be uncomfortable. The lion's cock pulsed and throbbed inside of his padding.

Once his diaper was taped on, he stepped off of the table. He waddled over towards the door, picking up an extra play-mat on his way. Each of his steps were emphasized by the noisy crackling of the plastic shell of his Tyve diaper. Joel unlocked the door and made his way over to the coffee table in the living room. He tossed the play-mat on the ground between it and the couch, and then went to wash his hands. The sound of the running water reminded him of a particular urge he had been holding on to for hours now, and since he's diapered, there's no worry to let it flow. When he returned, he parked himself on the play-mat instead of the couch or recliner because it's one of many simple, self-imposed rules when he's cubbing out.

From the plastic bag, he pulled out his fast food order: A large Swig of soda, a cheeseburger, and french fries with several types of sauces. While he sat back and relaxed with his dinner, the lion turned the T.V. on. He rested his back against the couch, one hand holding his dinner while his off-hand managed the remote control. Despite cubbing out, Joel switched the channels between the news and cartoons. On the one hand, cartoons are fun to watch and are having a resurgence of exciting plots and characters. On the other hand,it's important to understand what's going on locally, nationally, and internationally because he _is_an adult, despite the way he's dressed.

After half an hour, he finished eating. He smacked his lips and belched! He tossed his paper wrappers and cardboard containers into the plastic bag. He only had his drink left at this point and, as another rule, he wasn't allowed to get up until he finished. The lion nursed on his beverage while he got engrossed into his shows without many cares in the world. About another half an hour later, mother nature called.

Joel set his drink back on to the coffee table. He wiggled in place on his foam play-mat, pretending as if he were an actual cub on the verge of having an accident. He thrust his hands between his legs, groaning to himself. He quietly whined to an imaginary caretaker, squeezing his padding a couple of times. He adjusted himself into a more comfortable position to relieve himself. With his legs spread out and his hands firmly pressed against the front of his diaper, the lion closes his eyes and concentrated.

Hiss. The torrential downpour flooded into his thirsty diaper immediately, thoroughly soaking the Tyve diaper with very little effort. He felt the warmth against his hands and the texture of the once-crisp diaper changed. The whiteness of the diaper became discolored, darker and darker as Joel continued to piddle himself like the pants-wetting baby that he is. As with many storms, there was thunder that accompanied. With several grunts, the torrential downpour was coupled with a mudslide. The seat of his diaper expanded as it crackled. The storm and mudslide cleared away seconds later, but there was plenty of devastation left in its wake.

Without skipping a beat, the lion thrust his left thumb into his mouth while his right hand groped and pawed at the front of his heavily discolored and used diaper. He kneaded his cock through the hot, sodden padding, and used that motion to adjust his willy to point as upward as he could get it without letting it peek out at all. His thumb-sucking intensified as he fiercely and rhythmically rubbed the entire length of his shaft with his palm against his warm, used diaper, squishing noisily with each movement. Joel lewdly moaned and dribbled some pre. He was getting close. He cupped as low as he could each and rubbed upwards, which sent waves of pleasure shooting throughout his body. Finally, as he got to the cusp of ejaculating, the lion set his hand on top of his dick through the Tyve and jacked it as quickly as he could manage. He quietly moaned to himself and spurted his thick seed into his potty-pants. Joel slowed down once he emptied himself out, eventually pushing his cock back into its original position in the diaper and relished the euphoric bliss.

He reached back over towards his drink on the coffee table and grimaced at how much soda he had left. Hesitantly, he removed his thumb from his mouth and brought the straw back to his mouth and slurped from the Swig. Finishing his drink was the only way he was going to be allowed up, after all. The lion finished his drink half an hour later and tossed the cup into the plastic bag alongside the rest of his dinner stuff. By then, Joel's diaper was becoming cold and clammy, rank and icky. He carefully stood up and used the couch as support. The Tyve diaper sagged heavily between his legs and put strain on the tapes and landing zone. With an even more pronounced waddle, Joel made his way to his kitchen to dispose of the plastic bag.

Afterwards, the lion turned the T.V off and collected his play-mat He turned off the lights in the house and made his way back to his 'fun room.' From there, he changed his diaper on top of his changing table and disposed of the balled-up diaper into his diaper pail, which did an excellent job to contain the stink of so many well-used diaper. Next, he washed his hands in the bathroom and brought his laundry hamper over towards the washing machine in a broom closet. The bachelor shoved his dirty laundry into the machine, and set it and forget it, to be dealt with it in the morning. Then, he returns to the 'fun room' for the last time in the evening.

He closed and locked the door behind him. He approached the dresser in the corner, and retrieved a yellow, fleece, full-body sleeper. He slipped himself into the night-gear one limb at a time,. The adult stepped into the infantile garment to get his feet into the built-in booties. The booties made it a little difficult to keep his balance and walk normally, the perfect thing for a lion cub who had no business running around or pouncing. He pushed his arms into place and rested his hands into the built-in mittens. The mittens made it difficult, but not impossible to handle objects, the perfect thing for a lion cub to keep out of trouble and to stop him from scratching thing up! He completed his night-time apparel with the inclusion of a royal-purple pacifier clipped on to his sleeper and plugged into his mouth.

He turned the room's light off and turned the night-light on. Joel made his way over to his crib and sat down into it with a muffled crinkle before he pulled his feet up into it. He reached through the bars on one side to turn his radio on so he could play some music while he slept. The radio had a CD with all of his favorite nursery rhymes in it, so he could fall asleep in peace. With the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star in the background, the lion raised the bar of the crib up. It clicked locked into place. A small strap is attached on his left ankle to prevent the lion from having any silly ideas of climbing out of his crib in the middle of the night for any reason. His thin blanket is draped on top of his body because his sleeper is warm enough.

He glanced towards the radio above him and saw that it was clearly too early for an adult to be put to bed. However, rules were rules. Besides, it's a good practice to be up early to exercise before work. He closed his eyes and focused on the rubber bulb of the pacifier in his mouth. He lapped the teat rhythmically. It bobbed up and down in his mouth. The sound of the nursery rhymes gently filled the room, which helped to put the lion to sleep. In mere moments, Joel couldn't keep his eyes open and drifted off to sleep. Soft snores and the sound of his pacifier being sucked on is added to the repertoire of sounds in the 'fun room.' With that, Joel's night is over.

And that's just an average night.