As you greedily lick his spunk off your pudgy fingers, your dad looks around, suddenly spying the flashlight you had left on the ground. "Hm? What's this, son?" He says, bending over to pick it up and letting out a loud, raunchy fart as he does so. Your eyes widen slightly as he grabs it, "Mmph, careful with that dad, it's... something very important." you say, now a bit more wary, after all you certainly don't want your father breaking it, or figuring out some other devious purpose for it. "It's a big part of what we are right now."
Dad looks it over in his blobby paws, "Oh yeah? It's looks like it's just a flashlight to me." He smirks, "What do you mean 'what we are now'? Haven't we always been these big--BURRRRRP--kings of the jungle?" He boasts as he shakes his enormous gut for added emphasis. You chuckle at his apparent obliviousness, "Of course father, but still, it's something I'd like you to be very careful with regardless." Dad scratches his enormous belly and shrugs. "Now then..." A devious grin crosses your face as you lean into, or rather underneath the old fat lion's belly, "Shall I help you continue relaxing, father?"
Your father smiles mischievously, "Of course, that'd--URRRRRP--be fine by me." He says while leaning back, still holding onto the flashlight and blasting yet another fart. Your leonine cock gets hard at just the smell of it. As you lean down to pleasure your father some more...