As soon as Jason opened the door he was hit with a powerful and overwhelming stench, a nauseating mixture of grease, musk, rotten eggs, and spoiled milk. His father was standing in the doorway, his enormously fat body obscuring the hallway behind him. "Hey sport, got a minute?" He asked as Jason recoiled, pinching his nose. Martin smelled even worse up close.
As bad as he smelled, Jason was even more horrified as he watched his father try and squeeze through the door to his room. He was so fat and tall Jason was sure he'd get stick, but his father persisted, his fat ass struggling through the smaller entrance as he smiled, letting out loud belches and farts as he struggled and pushed, sweat dripping down his forehead, pooling in his swampy pits and rolls. The pungent odor was getting worse as his father's stink flooded the room even more.
Jason watched his dad's attempt in horror, and tried to push him out, pressing his hands against his belly and straining with all his might, only to be met by slick, blubbery squishiness and even more gas expelled from his father's mouth and rear. His father didn't seem to care and just continued, the doorway creaking before his rotund sweaty body finally slipped in, knocking Jason down. Martin sighed in relief now that he was free of it, casually shaking his belly and letting out a monstrous, repulsive fart that lasted for several seconds, making his fat belly shake like jelly and completely flooding Jason's room with an odiferous stench that made his eyes water. "Ah, that's better. So son, how are ya?" He asked with a wet belch, before bending over, ripping another thunderous fart as did, and picking Jason up off the floor.
Jason was sickened by his father's stink. The foul-smelling air in his room was hot, heavy, and humid now, all because of his father. He tried not to show his disgust. "Ugh, great dad..." he gagged, pulling his shirt up over his nose, not that that helped. Because he was squashed against Martin's gut trying to get him out of there, his own shirt was now soaked with his father's own musky, oily sweat. He smelled almost as swampy as his father did now, but at least he wasn't as damp and drenched in sweat as he was, although he doubted his father's stink would ever wash off of him. He sighed in resignation before asking his father, "Why did you want to see me?"
Martin smirked a bit, belching again before answering, "Well ya see son, there's something I've gotta tell you about..." He said, in a surprisingly serious tone. Jason wasn't sure he wanted to hear it, but nodded his head anyway, "Okay, what's going on?" He asked.