"As you get home from work, or the gym, college, wherever you may have been for the day. You can't help but notice the prime smell of your dad's musk leaking on through into the hallway. It seems he was trying to do his personal workout routine again. He pants as he did, or struggled to do, a sittup groaning and sounding like he was dieing...He flops back onto the floor with his giant moobs jiggling around and his belly sloshing so big and heavy. Groaning as he looked over and saw you. He quickly begins to pick himself up, hands on his wide hips that were almost bursting the supposed to be loose fitting sweatpants." "Where in the hells has yous beens?! BGOCK!!!" "His voice mixed with worry but mostly with anger as he narrows his eyes."