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My fat story

I wasn’t always like this.

Before all of this… I was disciplined. Structured. Controlled.

I was a model.

Runway, dresses, face modeling… even ballet, several sports and sports clothes model. My body was part of my work, my routine, my identity. Everything about me was intentional, the way I moved, the way I stood, the way my body looked from every angle. I had a regimen. I knew exactly what I was eating, how much, when. I lived in control.

Before Covid, I was around 120–130. Light. Defined. Predictable. “Sexy”.

Then everything shifted.

During Covid, without even realizing it, I softened. I went up to 150… then 170. It didn’t feel like losing control at first, ust comfort, just change. But I still believed I could go back anytime.

After Covid… I didn’t go back.

Something in me let go.

Food stopped being something I managed… and became something I experienced. I started enjoying it fully, not counting, not restricting, not holding back. And that’s when my body really began to change.

Around that time, I was with someone who hated it.

As I moved between 160 and 190, he started fat shaming me. Comments, looks, constant reminders of what I was becoming.

And that’s where everything changed in a way I didn’t expect.

Because instead of feeling ashamed…

I liked it.

There was something about being seen like that. About being told I was getting bigger, softer, losing that “perfect” body, becoming less of a woman, useless. It pulled something out of me. I started showing my belly on purpose, waiting for his reaction, almost needing it.

Those years, 2022 to 2024, were intense. Messy. Addictive.

But then I tried to go back.

At the end of 2024, going into 2025, I try to force myself into discipline again, I genuinely thought I would be able to go back. Dieting, structure, routine. I got back down to around 150, something not even remotely close to the version of me I used to be.

But it didn’t last.

And I couldn’t hold it.

Little by little, I started gaining again.

Until one day (like 4 months later) I looked at myself in the mirror and saw it clearly…

I wasn’t just “a little bigger.”

I was far into it.

My belly wasn’t something I could ignore or hide anymore. It was round, present, part of me in a way that felt… undeniable. Everyone noticed it, my friends, my family, everyone told me “you used to look so pretty, keep dieting” but I couldn’t and to be honest I also didn’t want to…

Instead of wanting to fix it…

I loved it.

That’s when everything changed for real.

In December, I opened Feabie. At first it was just curiosity, a way to explore, to share a little, to see what it felt like to be seen in this version of my body.

I didn’t expect it to go anywhere.

But it did.

I fell deeper than I thought I would.

Now it’s not just something I try… it’s something I’m drawn to. The eating, the indulgence, the softness, the way my body keeps changing, growing, becoming something completely different from who I used to be.

I don’t have the same control I used to have.

I am addicted to food, I can’t live my life without eating, I just enjoyed the feeling of a huge stuffed gut, of a round big fat bloated and in pain belly, of how useless and hopeless I am now, I am addicted to be praised for being a good girl and eating my food, but teased for the obese huge monster I have become.

And honestly…

I’m not sure if I can ever go back, I don’t even want it anymore.

Because this version of me, the one that lets go, that feels, that grows, that enjoys, feels more real than the one who was always trying to stay perfect.

And the story isn’t over.

I’m still changing.

Still growing.

And I’m only getting deeper into it.

Way deeper, into more fatal, darkest, amusing, degrading, ways of this kink.

That’s why I opened tumblr as well, I find it one of the best places to share my story.

And I am now in a non return point, there is no way my heart can handle a bariatric surgery, there is no way I can pay for Ozempic after all of my money is spent in food and buying clothes almost every 2 weeks because my body doesn’t stops growing, I am hopeless now and I must keep going, I wanna be huge, that’s what I need, I need to be dependent, hopeless, useless, just a fat blob waiting to be fed and used.

A dedicated post for @overfed-angel !

Angel was once an incredibly active, very healthy and in-shape girl! She was doing numerous sports and activities all at once around 3 years ago! Angel was a ballerina, a competitive dancer who performed many shows, a horse rider, soccer player and volleyball player! She was petite, small, and maintained her figure! But Angel had one issue, one small issue…she loved to binge eat. She adored filling her face up every so often and letting loose, allowing herself to feel so free and able to properly enjoy herself. But as with everything, indulgence leads to weight gain…and that’s exactly what happened. Angel grew bigger, heavier, fatter. Her food addiction was spiralling out of control. What was once a binge every so often turned into every day. But she couldn’t help herself, she became so infatuated with the pounds piling on. Angel kept getting fatter, but she didn’t care. She loved the feeling of food sliding down her throat, causing her to become even hungrier. In the span of 2 years, she went from being a 140lbs active and healthy girl, to now being a 220lbs obese, overweight, gluttonous cow. And she’s not even done yet! Angel wants more, she needs more. She only recently found out about feedism, gaining all of this weight purely because she’s a food addicted lardass! She is way past the point of no return, giving into gluttony 😵‍💫

Angel’s body has seen some major changes recently because of her unstoppable greed and lust for food. Her boobs have been filling out lately, spilling out of her bras and bikinis! They’re becoming quite the handful, becoming extremely heavy, round and juicy! Her huge tits are sticking out of her clothes now, peeping out from under her tops because of how fat they’ve gotten! And it’s not just her fat tits that have gotten huge! Her thighs have blown up, now covered in so much cellulite! Angel’s thighs are getting so thick and huge, rubbing against each other and causing them to rip her pants! She’s gained so much weight that one of her thighs now are the size of both of them two years ago! That’s how much of a helplessly obese, gluttonous cow she’s made herself out to be! Fatty’s arms have gotten so soft and plush, jiggling with the slightest movement and hanging lower. And to think, Angel had a flat, small, thin stomach, always eating healthily and keep an eye on her figure. That’s been completely thrown out of the window with her greed growing, turning her stomach into a fat, obese, jiggly, plump, lard filled gut! Her belly has gotten so rotund and huge lately, getting even more stretch marks and causing her to waddle sometimes! Angel’s belly sticks out so much now, entering a room before her! Shes also found it harder to entirely fit in the frame as her belly spills out, her fat hanging out from all angles! Angel’s tubby gut is gate outgrowing her entire wardrobe, leaving her to wallow around in her lard like a fatass! Angel is one helplessly obese, hefty, round lardass, who has no hope in being small again. She is a complete and utter cow 😵‍💫

https://linktr.ee/Overfedangel