I think this is genuinely what'd happen if you let a lot of us totally unleash our base sexual and hedonistic NEED to become a monument to consumption, surrendering all control over our physical representation on Earth to the extremes of a six figure daily calorific intake.

So many XWG stories culminate with the hoggish, mindless gorging on a feeding funnel until the subject has metamorphosed into a heaving, wobbling blob of blubber. It's part of the fantasy: what would happen if you simply devolved into a vehicle for total pleasure, letting all of your complex human nuances evaporate, simplifying your existence to a single need, and becoming no more mobile or cognisant than a sea squirt that breathes in nutrients from sea water... except you're a hole to fill with calories, sweet sweet gooey energy all wrapped up in sugar, to grow to lose more of yourself to your own psychic hijacking. You've let your mind become hopelessly addicted and each passing second makes it 10 times harder to go back.

Feeling your body expand rapidly across the floor, you know you've short circuited, you're pure id now, you tried to keep it down for years, but finally given the opportunity to turn 8 ton pig, you jumped... you grew and you let greed turn you into an ocean of greasy fat... and you LOVE every moment.