quiverdream:
As a fantasy I am all over this idea. I could write so many stories with someone making the gradual transformation into a fat pig, less and less capable of complex thought the bigger they grow, and less tolerant of anything that doesn’t give them joy. Until eventually, like has been previously described here, they have grown so accustomed to the blank, happy state of their needs (hunger and pleasure-wise) being continuously met; grown too big to move, too empty to talk, and surviving only on the impulse to stay constantly satisfied.
But the fatter we get, eventually we become the fat. We think of how to do things easier so we won't have to exert too much energy and that overlaps into other aspects of our lives. The fat gift effects each of us differently. I didn't get dumber but I got sneaky with my laziness and made excuses for everything especially anything stairs related.
