I’m done fighting my nature. For years, I’ve tried to live by the world’s standards—staying lean, hitting the gym, and ignoring the constant, gnawing hunger in my soul. But I’m finished with that life. I’ve realized that I don't want to be fit; I want to be immense.
I am officially starting my journey to become the biggest, heaviest, and softest version of myself possible. I’m not talking about a "dad bod." I’m talking about total physical transformation. I want to reach weights I’ve never seen, to feel my clothes surrender to my growth, and to eventually reach a point where my own mass dictates my every move. I want to be a Tank.
But a Tank needs a Commander.
I am looking for a Female Feeder who wants more than just a fetish—I’m looking for a relationship built on mutual interest, devotion, and the shared joy of my expansion. I want to find the woman who looks at a growing gut not as a flaw, but as a masterpiece in progress.
What I am looking for in a Partner:
The Architect: Someone who wants to take charge of my calories. I want you to be the one who decides when I’ve had enough (which is never) and when I need just one more heavy, cream-laden shake before bed.
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The Encourager: Someone who will whisper in my ear how proud she is of my new stretch marks, and who will lovingly pat my belly when it’s too tight and bloated for me to even sit up straight.
The Visionary: A woman who isn’t afraid of the "extreme." Someone who dreams of me needing a new wardrobe every month, and who finds the sound of my labored, heavy breathing after a feast to be the most beautiful music.
My Commitment to You:
I am a dedicated gainer. I am prepared to spend my days in a haze of indulgence for your pleasure and mine. I want to be your project. I want to be the reason your kitchen is always active and the reason your bed feels smaller every single week.
I’m talking about real growth:
Thick, chafing thighs that make walking a chore.
A belly that hangs heavy and low, demanding your touch.
A face that rounds out until my jawline is just a memory.
The transition from a man who moves through the world, to a man who occupies it.
If you are a woman who finds beauty in the obscene, who wants a man to be completely dependent on your cooking and your care, and who wants to see just how far a human body can stretch... my inbox is open.
Let’s talk about my current stats, my goals (the bigger, the better), and how we can start filling me up. I want to be yours in the most indulgent way possible.
Don't just watch me grow.
Make me.
I am officially starting my journey to become the biggest, heaviest, and softest version of myself possible. I’m not talking about a "dad bod." I’m talking about total physical transformation. I want to reach weights I’ve never seen, to feel my clothes surrender to my growth, and to eventually reach a point where my own mass dictates my every move. I want to be a Tank.
But a Tank needs a Commander.
I am looking for a Female Feeder who wants more than just a fetish—I’m looking for a relationship built on mutual interest, devotion, and the shared joy of my expansion. I want to find the woman who looks at a growing gut not as a flaw, but as a masterpiece in progress.
What I am looking for in a Partner:
The Architect: Someone who wants to take charge of my calories. I want you to be the one who decides when I’ve had enough (which is never) and when I need just one more heavy, cream-laden shake before bed.
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The Encourager: Someone who will whisper in my ear how proud she is of my new stretch marks, and who will lovingly pat my belly when it’s too tight and bloated for me to even sit up straight.
The Visionary: A woman who isn’t afraid of the "extreme." Someone who dreams of me needing a new wardrobe every month, and who finds the sound of my labored, heavy breathing after a feast to be the most beautiful music.
My Commitment to You:
I am a dedicated gainer. I am prepared to spend my days in a haze of indulgence for your pleasure and mine. I want to be your project. I want to be the reason your kitchen is always active and the reason your bed feels smaller every single week.
I’m talking about real growth:
Thick, chafing thighs that make walking a chore.
A belly that hangs heavy and low, demanding your touch.
A face that rounds out until my jawline is just a memory.
The transition from a man who moves through the world, to a man who occupies it.
If you are a woman who finds beauty in the obscene, who wants a man to be completely dependent on your cooking and your care, and who wants to see just how far a human body can stretch... my inbox is open.
Let’s talk about my current stats, my goals (the bigger, the better), and how we can start filling me up. I want to be yours in the most indulgent way possible.
Don't just watch me grow.
Make me.
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