"Well..." his father continued a bit hesitantly, "You probably know I've put on a few pounds recently." Jason didn't need to be told that. "Really? Couldn't have guessed..." he answered sarcastically, eliciting a chuckle from his father. His dad was a massive mountain of lard now. He still couldn't see where this was going either.
"Well, I guess I ended up getting a bit too big, and wound up breaking me and your mother's bed last night." He laughed a bit. A bad feeling started to wash over Jason as his father continued, and it started to dawn on him where he was getting at. "So, until I can get a new quintuple XL reinforced bedframe, I'm gonna have to sleep here with you for a few weeks." Jason was mortified, "H-Here?! W-What about... What about the couch?!" He asked. "Oh son, you know I've already outgrown it. Your mother won't even let me sit on it since I broke our old bed." He chuckled. Jason struggled to think of excuses, "What about my sisters?". His dad shook his head again, "Your mother is already rooming with Elizabeth and Marcy and Darcy's bed only has enough space for them." Jason looked at his own bed, "You think my bed's big enough for you and me?"
His dad chuckled, waddling towards it, before sitting his fat ass down on the mattress, ripping an enormous, wet fart when he did, which almost drowned out the painfully strained creaking the his bed frame made in protest to the monstrously overweight man on it. "I'm positive Jason! It might be a bit snug, but we've slept together loads of times before. Besides given your size, I'd say there's plenty of room." Jason grimaced. Maybe when he was a child, but he'd never slept in the same bed as his now fatter, slobbier father. He wasn't even sure he'd sleep with his stink right beside him all night. "Just think of me as your new roommate. We can cuddle, tell ghost stories, have farting contests..." His dad grinned, lifting up his leg a bit as a long, incredibly pungent blast of gas belted from his flabby rear just to demonstrate the fact. Jason coughed and choked as his father sighed blissfully in contentment, "Ahhhh, it's already starting to smell a little like home already, heh."
Jason kept on trying to think of a way out, but the mixture of stink and horror he felt was making it hard to think. Even as he fanned the air in front of his face, his father's sickening stench lingered in the air. "Ugh, alright. How many days did you say until you got a new bed." His father scratched his gut, belching as he reassured him, "Just a few weeks Jason. We're a little tight on cash right now, but I didn't think you'd have a problem sleeping with your old man for a while." Jason groaned in defeat, knowing he wouldn't be able to get his way out of this, "Alright, fine. You can stay I guess."
Martin smirked, standing up and putting his fat, slimy hand on Jason's back, "Ah, there we go son! I knew you'd warm up to the idea." Then, before Jason knew it, he was pulled into a soft, jiggly, sweaty, slimy, stinky, yet strangely warm hug by his father, pushed against his fat gut, soaked with more smelly perspiration, as his father let out a booming fart. "That's my boy! I love you so much." He cooed as Jason struggled to get away. When he finally released him from the hug, Jason stumbled backwards, catching his breath, finding himself coated further in his father's sweat as his dad ruffled his hair casually. "I'm just gonna go get some stuff from my side of our room and I'll be right back... roomie." He walked to the door with a bounce in his step. Meanwhile Jason futilely attempted to wipe his father's sweat from his face.
He was still horrified at having to share a room with this slob of a man. He attempted to ease himself. Maybe they wouldn't have to sleep together for too long? The new bed might get here tomorrow, or better yet today. Besides, after all the sickening things he'd seen today, he doubted it'd get much worse...