I think this game accomplished exactly what it was supposed to. I am not exactly put off by body horror, but seeing the human form mutilated for the sake of something sexual makes me queasy. It's as if I feel sick without the burden of nausea. You are told again and again that you lack control, yet you are given the illusion of such a luxury by being able to choose the order of your fates. I, admittedly, completed everything as it was presented to me, and I'm glad I did. It allowed me to become fully entranced with the material no matter how disgusting I found it because it started off light. I was uncomfortable at the beginning as I was met with a fetish I could not resonate with, but my empathy for the "mother" opened me up to influence. The deeper I went, the filthier it became, and the more the line between eroticism and degeneracy was blurred. Perhaps there was never a line to begin with. Perhaps degeneracy is inherently erotic.
This game sickened me. I never became aroused. I wanted to click off halfway through. But I didn't. I continued for the sake of determination and my own petty delusion that I MUST know each and every detail lest I be self-described a "weakling." By the time I'd finished playing, however, I came to the startling realization that I had become desensitized to the whole ordeal. Each fetish, for how grueling it was, was nothing more than a faint memory in the back of my mind, and I believe this was the intent. In-game, you are a slave, helpless to the control and whims of the collective. In real life, your psyche is changed to accommodate this. It turns you into nothing until you are evolving backwards and the cycle repeats itself.