My Dad

Short story, Bloated, weight gain. Burping. Warning: potential incest.


It all started after my mom & dad got divorced. Mom had had an affair with some guy she met at a local restaurant, and it broke my dad. Within the period of the divorce becoming finalized, I had let dad move in with me into my three bedroom condo. One room was the master bedroom (my room of course). The second was dad's, it was big but not as big as mine. This shared a bathroom with the third room... which was, well, the third room was for my play dates with the big guys I brought home, which usually was only when dad was at work, but I did my best to make the room as sound proof as I could without any major remodeling, just in case.
Dad had been living with me for the last six months now. He used to be a real fit gym rat of a guy, but I think the divorce was taking its toll on him because his gut had gone from his usual hairy six pack to a plump hairy ball gut that was usually peeking out from under his shirts, which he had outgrown 20 lbs ago. In fact, most of dad's clothes with fitting a bit more snug around his middle and his ass too. And yes, I know he's my father and it was wrong of me to think so, but I'll admit that I found my father's new physic rather attractive. He had even stopped shaving his beard, going from clean shaven to full thick salt and peppered beard, prefect to match his graying hair. But yeah, he was my father, so obviously I had to try and ignore his increased sexiness. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't jerk off before bed to the idea of feeling him on top of me, especially what it would feel like to feel his hairy gut press against me, especially after a big meal.
However, my life changed completely today.
I came home early from work today, with things being slow I didn't need to stay for me full shift. I dropped my bag onto the couch before I made my way upstairs, ready to collapse onto my bed and enjoy some TV. But when I reached the top step I heard my dad talking to someone in his room. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I crept over and noticed his door was open just a crack, and what I saw birth shocked and thrilled me to my core. There was by dad, laying on his bed in a pair blue jeans with the button and fly undone and a tight white T that couldn't even pass his belly button. He had a beer in one hand, pouring it into his mouth, while his other hand roamed the bloated hairy curve of his belly that stuck out from his shirt, his middle finger brushing around the edge of his navel before dipping in and sinking up to his second knuckle. And to top it all off, he had his dick out... and it was fully hard and leaking precum down his shaft. And he was big.
As he finished the contents of the beer he drop the now empty bottle onto the floor, before he reached over and began to stroke his throbbing cock as he released a large BUUUUUURRRRRRRP! I couldn't help but reach down and rub my growing erection as it throbbed against my own jeans as dad groaned a sigh of relief.
That was when I heard him speak. His words and deep voice would never leave my mind. "Fuck, I've gotten so fat. Damn my boy can cook, much better than his mother." He gave his belly a squeeze, and I couldn't resist taking out my cock and begin jerking myself while I heard him continue. "Fuck, I need to get bigger. He likes them bigger. Bigger. Bigger for my boy. Oh yeah!"
I watched as my dad gave a deep growl as his cock pulsed and he shot several large globs of cum onto his swollen bloated hairy belly. I couldn't help it, I lost myself as well and came all over his door. Unfortunately I couldn't stifle the moan that escaped my lips.
The moment I had recovered I heard my father's voice, "son, get in here."
Fuck, I was screwed. He had caught me red handed. Well, red cocked. I went to zip up but I heard him again.
"Uh uh, leave it out and get in here boy."
I did as I was told and pushed open the door and entered his room. He just stared at me with one brow raised, both our cocks dripping their remains. I knew I was in trouble. This was it, dad was going to leave, I knew it, and he would never talk to me again. Or so I thought.
"So, I guess both our secrets are out," he said with a shrug.
"Y-you're not mad?" I said weakly.
"Of course not. I've seen the guys you bring home when you think I'm at work. I've been working from home for the last four months. I've even noticed the way you've been staring at my gut, and how you quickly turn away when you think I'll catch you. Now tell me son," he eyed his belly as he began rub him cum all across his exposed hairy flesh. He dipped a slick finger into his navel, making a wet sucking sound as he moved it in and out. He then glanced up at me with a smirk on his face. "You like seeing how fat your old man is getting."
"Y-yes sir," I said softly.
"Speak up, boy. I asked you if you enjoy seeing his fat your old man is getting."
"Yes sir," I answered more firmly.
"Good. And do you like seeing your old man beat his meat and rub his belly? You like watching me cum all over my big gut?"
"Yes sir."
Good. Now tell me. Do you want to make you old man bigger? You want to make me fatter son? You want to turn me into a big fat bellied hog, bigger than any chub you've brought home, you want to fuck my belly?"
"Fuck yes, sir."
"Then hand me another couple beers and get over here and ride this tank. Fuck my belly, son. Make me your big daddy hog."
And just like that, we both were rock hard again.