Once proud members of high society within the Imperium, these families and their thralls became enraptured by the decadence and bounty afforded to their position. Lost to their desires, they gorge themselves to the point that their bodies bulge and their flesh is barely contained by their skin and clothes, always seeking ever grander meals. This bottomless hunger has them wanting even more excessive quantities of food and flavors, leading many to submit themselves to the god of excess, the dreadful Slaanesh. Now always on the hunt for more, roaming bands of the bloated Gluts can be found throughout the galaxy, ready for their next meal.

Not all followers of Chaos lose themselves to the thrill of butchery and close combat. There are those who instead seek more destructive and deadly arms, cults dedicated to the sanctity of the rifle, the pistol, the flamer. These sects follow the greatest embodiments of this idea in the vessels of the obliterator virus, living in reverence to their great firearms and raining hellstorms of bolt, shell, and beam down on their enemies.