...Unfortunately that wasn't the case. Jason had hoped his dad would leave and give him a brief reprieve, even though the room still smelled like him, but turned around on to see his father pushing himself back out the doorway again, his enormous rear now caught in it. Then Jason heard, then smelled, the gas sputtering out of his father's ass as he strained, trying to get free. "Unf, hey son a little help?" He asked, almost apologetically Jason stared as his father's wide rear.
Jason gulped, not willing to do it, but not wanting to get trapped with his father farting in his face. Holding his breath, he walked up to his father's behind and, somewhat awkwardly, put his hands against his cheeks, feeling them sink into soft, jiggly, moist flesh which disgusted him. "Thatta boy!" His father complimented as he and Jason worked together to free him, Jason pushing on his father and Martin pushing on the frame. His father's sweat continued to dribble down onto him, but what really made Jason cringe was the revolting farts that he continued to spew.
Every push, he'd hear the telltale spluttering and feel warm, humid, repulsive-smelling air hit his face. He tried as best he could to ignore it, but it completely disgusted him. After a few seconds of struggling though, he began to feel his father's hips, slick with sweat, start to slip through the frame, until finally he managed to free himself, tumbling forwards, with Jason toppling towards him, as his ass spewed one of the most foul, most stomach-churning farts he'd ripped in his room. It was long, loud, and wet. The worst part was Jason feeling flecks of liquid hit his face, which was only a couple feet from his ass. If Jason hadn't caught himself on the doorway, still damp from his father, he'd probably have landed right on his father's butt. The thought only squicked him out more. He choked down bile as Martin steadied himself, unphase by the events, even giggling to himself. "Boy that was a big one, eh son?" He said with a grin, fanning the air behind him before waddling towards his room to get his belongings.
Jason was completely unsure how he'd survive his new "roommate". His father, his whole family, were enormous, stinking slobs now, and now his dad would be staying in his room with him when he could barely fit through the door. He couldn't refuse him since he was his father. He'd have to wait until his parents got a new bed, but considering his father's laissez-faire attitude towards it, he doubted they were in a hurry. Even when he wasn't there, the room still stunk of him. Jason was completely coated by his dad's stench, which he doubted would ever wash out. He had no idea what to do next. He just hoped it wouldn't be as bad as today.