Daddy Bookworm

40 ABDL switch (he/him) || currently in the midwest USA || Daddy Bookworm really likes books (fiction & nonfiction! send me recommendations!), good music, biking, and all sorts of other things || most importantly, though, I really enjoy pretty ladies getting put back into thick, crinkly diapers! || STRICTLY 18+ ONLY!! NO MINORS ALLOWED!! STAY AWAY OR GET BLOCKED!!!

[daddy-bookworm]

hello, tumblr! daddy bookworm here!

when i’m not thinking about spanking and diapering pretty ladies, i’m reading books and listening to music and writing essays and journal entries!

some of my fav books: the murderbot diaries, anything becky chambers has written, the red rising series, bullshit jobs by david graeber, and the zhuangzi!

some of my fav artists: pink floyd, the beatles, radiohead, oasis, my morning jacket (and jim james’ solo work), the flaming lips, the war on drugs.

the fastest way to my heart? send me a book recommendation or an album recommendation!

i also enjoy biking, LEGOs, good television (the wire is my fav show!), craft beers, philosophy, and games of all sorts!

i run @a-b-d-l (my main, where i follow from)

my little sideblog is @little-bookworm-baby

my non-abdl kink blog is @dreaming-of-the-beautiful

[dizzydaughter]

Forced orgasm Friday. Fuck your dad friday. Fauxcest Friday. What a good day

[satanskidd0]

Seeeee all dry!!

[soluksuret]

[soluksuret]

[vengefullamb]

[sweetpea-thebaby]

✨Liddol baby fairy bum ✨

[prettyprettypaci3]

I never wanted you to get used to your diapers.

I wanted your face to keep turning bright red every time I asked if you needed a change.

I wanted to see that adorable little frown each morning as you looked in the mirror, paranoid that your diaper bulge was too obvious under your jeans.

I wanted to hear you whimpering softly as we watched movies on the couch, tightening my grip when I saw you glancing towards the bathroom. Not for you. Not anymore.

Don't get me wrong; breaking you was the point. After the months of reluctance and blushing and tears, I remember how your toes curled when you asked if we could try a double diaper today. It was so delicious to see you want your padding; to hear you moaning as you humped your thick pampers in ecstasy. It was the best day. And the worst.

Because you're like a piñata. Once you're broken, the game is over. You'll be in diapers for the rest of your life, with or without me. We said our goodbyes. You even thanked me. Can you imagine?

Time to move on. Time to play again.

Who's next? ❤️

[good-girl-in-hell]

cuddling that turns into brutal raw fucking

[hevesmiibiraktiniz]

[nocuer]

Need her to be my stay at home princess

[favloss-kyklos]

men who baby their women are my favorite

[tozluplak]

[discordiaazaezal]

So forced regression is hot and all, but like it's also one of the most caring things you could do for another person.

Like, yes darling, I'm aware that you see yourself as a big girl but I care about you too much to ever let you be anything other than my beautiful little girl.

Of course you're a big strong girl sweetheart, but you're too beautiful and wonderful to have to worry about any of those big girl responsibilities.

You are my favorite person in this entire world and there is not a single thing I would not do for you. To prove it, you're going to be made into my child so I can dote on you.

[flutterbvnny]

i luv when people say “poor baby” because it’s true i am ! i am a poor little thing and it should make you feel protective and a weird conflicting horniness

[littledreambunny]

Hi bunny!

What would be your biggest fantasy on how your daddy to realizes you pooped your diapers? You would fill your diapers in his lap, or waddle to the corner of the room and squat while he watches, or poopy when he leaves the room then pretend like nothing happened until he smells a stinky little girl? Or anything else? And after you did, you would tell him right away? Or you would pretend like nothing happening? Or you would run away to play in your diaper?

Oooh a very blushy question! Hmmm I am definitely shy about going in my diaper so I don’t think I would be able to do that on his lap or while he watches…I would rather make my stinkies while he’s out of the room.

I don’t know what is more embarrassing…filling my diaper in front of him with his knowledge or making pushies in secret only to be found out and forced to admit what I’ve done 🙈

My natural instinct is to just pretend nothing happened and continue playing. The state of my diaper is for Daddy to worry about, not me! 🤷‍♀️

[mads-the-dog]

Eggs sizzle on the skillet in front of me.

The smell of bacon fills the air.

A pile of freshly made blueberry pancakes sit just off to the side, ready to be devoured when you finally get out of bed.

I smile to myself as I hear the patter of your feet behind me. The awkward rhythm of your steps tells almost as much of a story as the tell-tale crinkling that accompanied it.

I don't turn to face you, just leaning back into your touch as you wrap your arms around my waist and bury your face into my back.

"Morning, little one," I coo, turning to see your eyes peeking up at me from under your messy bed head, "Did my baby sleep well?"

You grumble something wordlessly behind your paci, rub your sleepy eyes, and whimper a little, before looking down at the diaper sagging heavily below the hem of the oversized shirt you wore to bed.

I shake my head and chuckle, giving you a peck on the shield of your binkie before speaking.

"Oh, does someone want a change?"

I say through a smile.

You respond with a hopeful look and nod of your head.

I laugh again.

"Oh, sweetie, no changies before breakfast. You know that! Why waist a didi when we both know that your pants will be more full than your tummy by the end of your meal?"

You let out a dissatisfied grunt.

I smack the soggy padding covering your ass.

Who knew an adult could look so adorable dressed like an overgrown toddler?

"Now, go find your seat, sog monster! Breakfast's almost done, and I made your favorite! Pancakes!"

Your eyes light up at that, and you toddle off quickly to the table.

I turn back to the eggs, grinning as I slide them onto our two plates.

Today was going to be a good day.