It's Dad... and he's got food!

"Open." you reply flatly as you continue to play with yourself. The door opens to your dad, all 900+ pounds of him and he's got a cake! "Hey there, Champ, brought you some dinner!" He says as he barely squeezes into your room through the double wide door. The room seems to shake with each heavy footfall as he waddles over to you, still unabashedly pleasuring yourself, and sets the whole cake down on the shelf of your belly, giving it a playful jiggle for added measure. "Need some help there, kiddo?" He chuckles as he watches you struggle to get off. You nod in agreement with your eyes locked on the cake in front of you, not noticing as a bit of drool slips out of your open mouth.

"Heh, anything for my boy! You just eat up and let daddy take care of you." He says with a smile and a scruff of your hair before lumbering over to the foot of your bed. In an instant you start grabbing handfuls of the cake and shoveling them into your mouth, smearing frosting and crumbs all over your fat face like a hog. Your dad smirks as he watches you pig out and spreads your doughy legs apart before pushing your belly up to get at your fat smothered cock.

"That's my boy, eating like your old man! Look at how fat you're getting. Pretty soon there'll be nothing left of your cock!" He boasts as he pushes back your fupa and gently teases your slippery cock head with his fat fingers, "That's the sign of a good boy~". He gives your belly a hard slap and plunges his head down between your thunder thighs. A moan escapes your sloppy mouth as you feel your dad wrap his lips, as best he can, around what little of your cock is still accessible. You keep scarfing down your dinner in rapturous delight as he slips his brawny, yet agile, tongue into the fat fold that surrounds your shaft, giving it a level of stimulation you haven't felt in a while. Your in absolute bliss as your dad gropes and fondles your fat body all over while you stuff yourself. Before you know it you moan and feel your sunken balls tighten as your squeeze out a meager load into his mouth, but he swallows and keeps going. By the time you've finished your dinner he's managed to milk out three more loads from you and only stops when he hears your let out a raucous belch from finishing your meal.

"Heh, enjoy yourself, Champ?" He asks with a few more playful slaps to your belly to which you just release another messy belch in response.