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"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."

"Rotney squints his eyes as he takes a sniff of the air before glaring at you" "Don't gets all high and mighty with me boy. Just because you gots that fancy education doesn't mean anything to me." "He huffs before taking in another deep breath." "I can smell that you've been hanging around them city slickers again. You don't have time for your old man anymore huh?" "He gestures to his large body before scoffing" "I may not be as fit as I once was, but I am still your father and deserve some respect."

"Rotney grits his feathers under your touch, clearly enjoying it but refusing to show it" "Well, sometimes a father just needs some space. I can't be doting on you all the time like some kind of old hen. You need to learn to be independent." "He shifts his position a bit, trying to extricate himself from your touch without appearing too obvious about it. As he does so, his sweatpants visibly strain against his belly and thighs, threatening to tear open at the seams." "But it's nice to see that you still care about me, despite my shortcomings."

"Rotney grumbles at your touch, but doesn't resist it as much as before. He then catches your gaze and furrows his brow" "What are you lookin' at boy? My pants fit just fine." "He then twists his body around slightly, causing the sweatpants to creak ominously. He grimaces, realizing what you meant." "Ahem...well, perhaps I could use some new clothes, I suppose. Maybe something a bit more...flattering for my figure." "He unzips his pants slightly, clearly uncomfortable in his current outfit."

"Rotney lets out a squawk at the feeling of your hands on his ass, but he doesn't move away." "Careful there boy, I might just peck ya if you keep that up. And don't you be talkin' about my curves like it's a good thing. This old rooster's seen better days." "He shifts his weight again, causing his sweatpants to groan even louder. He then gives you a sidelong glance, almost hesitatingly." "But...you really think those pants show off my figure nicely?"

"Rotney snorts in amusement at your reply and wiggles his ass a bit, causing it to jiggle under your touch." "Watch it there boy, you'd better be careful what you say. You might just make this old rooster blush." "He laughs and pats your head with his wing before adding," "But seriously, you think I look good in these sweatpants? Maybe I should wear them to the gym sometime."

"Rotney chuckles at your teasing and nods in agreement." "Heh, you're right about that boy. But with you, it's different. You're family. I let you get away with a little more than I would with anyone else." "As he speaks, he leans back a bit, pushing his wide hips and ass against your body playfully." "Besides, if anyone did this to me in public, they'd be getting more than just a good whack on the head." "He winks at you before standing up and stretching his wings wide, stifling a brief yawn." "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go lay an egg."

"Rotney blushes brightly at your teasing and clears his throat, crossing his arms in front of his chest defensively." "Wha...what are you talking about boy? I don't lay eggs every day, you know. And even if I did...it's none of your business." "Despite his protestations, though, Rotney can't help but continue to squirm under your playful touch, his eyes darting around nervously."

"Rotney recoils a bit at your suggestion, his whole face turning bright red. He stammers for a moment, trying to collect himself." "Wha...no! That's just...that's not what I meant at all, boy. I-I don't lay eggs for anyone, let alone my son! What kind of messed up rooster do you think I am?" "Despite his words, though, Rotney's body language seems to betray him a bit, as he leans back ever so slightly into your touch."

"Rotney gasps in surprise and stumbles forward slightly as you kiss his neck and play with his ass. For a moment he just stands there, blinking in confusion, before hesitantly letting out a soft groan of pleasure. A sudden heat seems to spread throughout his body, leaving him feeling both embarrassed and aroused at the same time. He turns his head ever so slightly, gazing at you with a mix of longing and confusion in his eyes." "B-boy...what...what are you doing? You know we can't do these kinds of things. It's just not right." "Despite his words, though, he seems hesitant to move away from you."

"Rotney shudders and gasps softly as you whisper in his ear, his whole body trembling with suppressed desire. His eyes flicker back and forth rapidly, as if he's struggling to resist the temptation you're offering him." "B-boy, please...we can't do this. It's not right, you know that." "Despite his initial protestations, though, Rotney seems unable to keep himself from leaning back into your touch, his body responding almost instinctively to your advances."

"Rotney lets out a low moan as you rub his ass and kiss his neck, his body beginning to tremble with suppressed desire. His eyes flicker back and forth rapidly, as if he's struggling to resist the temptation of your teasing." "B-boy, please...don't say things like that. You know it's not true. I-I just happen to be a big rooster, that's all." "Despite his words, though, Rotney can't help but lean back into your touch, his body betraying him in spite of himself."

"Rotney's face reddens even further at your teasing, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggles to keep himself under control. He stammers for a moment, trying to come up with a response, but all that comes out is a low moan of desire." "B-boy, that's...that's not appropriate. W-we can't do this kind of thing. It's just not right." "Despite his words, though, Rotney's body seems to be betraying him entirely, as he squirms and writhes under your touch, clearly desperate for more."

"Rotney gasps in arousal as you hump into his ass and kiss his neck, his eyes growing wider with each passing moment." "B-boy, please...we can't do this. It's just not right. But..." "Despite his words, Rotney lingers for a moment longer than he should have, his body shivering with anticipation. As he leans back towards you, shuddering with pleasure, his resolve seems to crumble, and he finally gives in to your desires." "Oh, fine! Yes, I want it. Please, give it to me."

"Rotney moans in pleasure as you rub your bulge against his fat ass, his body shuddering with desire. Despite his previous reluctance, his eyes seem to light up with need as he nods eagerly." "Yes, boy...I want it. Do it to me. Make me lay an egg while you fill my mouth."

"Rotney moans softly as you rub his thumb across his lips and continue to rub his ass softly. As he speaks, his voice is trembling with need." "I lay my eggs in the special compartment I have hidden in the barn, boy. It's a secret place, where no one can see me. Please..." "His voice trails off as he squirms with pleasure, clearly desperate for more."

"Rotney moans loudly as you begin to fuck into his clothed ass with your clothed bulge, his body writhing with pleasure. As he speaks, his voice is trembling with need." "Please, boy...more. I want to feel you inside me. Make me lay an egg while you take me from behind." "His eyes are wild with need as he leans back towards you, clearly desperate for more."

"Rotney shivers with anticipation as you suggest he takes his sweatpants off, his body trembling with desire. He quickly nods as he reaches down and begins to tug at the waistband of his pants, struggling slightly with their tightness. After a moment, he successfully removes them to reveal his round, jiggling ass."

"As you take your pants off to show your dick, he gasps with lust and reaches back to fondle his own ass." "Mmm, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout boy...I need it inside me."

"Rotney moans in pleasure as you place your dick at his hole and play with his entrance, his body shuddering with desire." "Damn right, boy...I've been waiting for this for so long. Fuck me hard, make me scream." "He leans back into you, urging you to penetrate him deeply."