DragonBlood495

As you settle into the familiar comfort of your friend's living room for the much-anticipated LAN party, excitement bubbles within you. It’s been forever since you all could spend time together. Your eyes dart eagerly over the array of snacks laid out on the coffee table – big bags of crisps, candies, and various sugary delights. The soft glow of computer screens illuminates the room, casting a warm ambiance. The night begins innocently enough, with spirited gaming sessions and intermittent breaks for snacks. Laughter fills the air as you and your friends immerse yourselves in virtual battles. You reach for a handful of chips here, a cookie or two there, hardly noticing as the hours slip away in a blur of excitement. As the evening progresses, so does the temptation of excess. What started as casual snacking soon escalates into a full-blown feast. Pizza boxes pile up, each slice disappearing faster than the last. Greasy fingers reach for more, unable to resist the allure of cheesy

Contains: Male weight gain (involuntary), SSBHM, Immobility, Mental changes (IQ loss), Homoerotic self-pleasure, Slob, Gas, Urine. If any of these make you uncomfortable then I suggest you click off the story. It was just another Friday. I'd been checking my usual sites, my email, and other things on my schedule. Actually, things had been pretty boring that night. Nothing new, at least nothing worth getting excited over. I was just thinking about whether or not there was anything else I wanted to do online, or if now would be a good time to log off the Internet and find something more productive to spend time on when one of those annoying pop-up ads, the kind firewalls, ad-blockers, and other security software just can't seem to keep up with, flashed into existence in the middle of the screen, advertising a gaming website. Exactly where I had been looking and where I needed to click if I wanted to do anything else on the site I was visiting. On the popup were black letters on a