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It was now summer break, the time of the year that all university students looked forward to. They could return home, see their families, think about things other than studying... None of this really appealed to Kyle. He completely detested this break, and always did everything in his reach to avoid having to return home. This year, however, he would have to spend these fated months with his father back in his hometown. The memory he had of his father had never been a good one, he was just an impolite and dirty slob that had little in common with Kyle.

With a deep breath, the labrador looked his home up and down. It had been a couple years since he saw the need to return, but something inside told him that he would probably be able to tolerate his father now, he was already 20 years old after all! A young adult, and a fine specimen of a dog at that. All chiseled, result of his careful diet and strict exercise routines, or at least as strict as he could be while balancing things with his classes and exams.

"Maybe things won't be as bad..." he told himself before knocking on the door, unsure of what to expect.

Quickly enough, the clicking of unlocking revealed the same old fatherly figure he had always remembered.

"My boy! So ye came back??" the obese grey-muzzle exclaimed, squeezing his son in a hug that was probably more nausea inducing than comforting. His father was never one for hygiene, and that certainly didn't seem like it changed.

"Y-yeah... uhm... thank you..." Kyle said awkwardly, trying to back off while smiling, not wanting to extend the period in which he was in contact with the reeking sweat.

"Ah come in, come in! Got any news for me? A fancy doctor now?" he chuckled to himself, walking in and giving room for the younger pup to follow.

"Dad, I'm not even half way through medical school..." looking at the scenery presented to him, the small labrador didn't really know what to think. Everything was the same as he remembered it, but the house was definitely dirtier. Next to the living room's choice was a plethora of scattered food packages, pizza boxes and beer cans. "Man... have you even been cleaning the place?"

"Bah, that tidying crap is fer pussies! Thought ya would understand now! Ain't there no partying where you study?"

"There is partying dad, but I prefer to get my homework done and go to bed at decent hours." Kyle rolled his eyes, knowing that the next two months would probably be intolerable. Thankfully one of his roommates had family closeby and he could escape to his place once he visited. "I'm going to unpack my stuff."

"Come downstairs if ya want some beer afterwards!" his father yelled from the kitchen.

"As if!" Kyle sighed, dragging his bags up the staircase and opening his bedroom door. Thankfully his father hadn't made too much mess of the place, it meant that he could probably spend the rest of his break playing video games without having to put up with his dad's gross living habits.

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It was now 8:42pm, and Kyle was a little hungry. Unlocking the door, he headed downstairs in his loose pajamas and could see his father on the couch, stuffing his face while watching whatever program on the television. Trying to walk by unnoticed, he heads to the fridge and is disappointed as there were only beer cans and some prepacked food that barely seemed edible. He took out a package of microwave lasagna and started heating it up.

"Tomorrow I should go to the store and get some healthy stuff, definitely not gonna be able to keep up if I'm eating this trash for the next months..."

The dog dragged himself across the living room and decided to sit on the living room sofa, not wanting to share the undoubtedly disgusting couch with his father. Kyle thought that he should still make an effort to spend some time with his dad, maybe things wouldn't be as bad as he kept thinking they would be.

"Anything on?" he asked, looking at the TV and seeing only a random football match that his dad barely seemed interested in.

"Was watching the game, but you can put on whatever you like." the deep voice makes itself heard, grumbling as he turns around, looking for something inside the couch. Not that he could find anything beneath the mess that was lodged on the couch, the hundreds of pounds of middle-aged dog were in a sea of food and garbage. How could he even tell what he had to throw out and what he didn't?

"Nah, don't bother. I'm just going to eat and I'll probably go to sleep."

"Sure thing kiddo! Ah..." his father said, reaching out for one of the many cans of beer that were on the table below him. As he did this, he felt his stomach groan and let out a rank fart, accompanying it with some pleasurable moans.

"Damn, that's gross... You do know that you're not gonna be alone now, right? At least make things tolerable for both of us..." Kyle said apprehensively, trying to plug his nose with his paw.

"Meh, a real man's gotta let it out when he's gotta let it out! Ya could learn some stuff from me." he chuckled, downing the can of beer in one go and releasing a satisfied burp which added to the stink of the room. "Have a beer, it's about time you man up! Betcha haven't even tasted beer before, what a child!" the foul smelling dog said, sliding an unopened can to his son.

"I don't drink... alcohol is bad for your liver." the dog said while fiddling with his food, waiting for the pungent smell to dissipate. Seeing it as an opportunity to bond with his father, he grabbed the can, feeling the ice cold metal on his paw. With a shrug, he gave it a sip but instantly retched at the taste of the strong brew. "God, this is disgusting..."

"Didya think I liked alcohol when I was a lil' pup? It's something ya learn to appreciate!" the older dog watched his son tentatively drink the beverage.

"Dad's gotta have something to teach, right? Can't just let ya classes do the whole job! It's only right that I show you the ropes on how to become a proper man, it's definitely needed!" he snarked, looking at his skinny son.

Kyle felt a little dizzy as he guzzled down the drink - not being used to alcohol certainly meant he wasn't as tolerant of it. Funnily enough, it didn't taste as bad as he initially thought. Maybe it really was something you had to learn to enjoy! Placing the empty can on the table, he rubbed his eyes, feeling tipsy already.

"Have another! Got more in the fridge, anyhow!" his father imposed on him, gesturing for him to sit next to him this time while pushing some of the garbage beside him onto the floor.

Without giving it much thought, Kyle headed over and sat next to his obese father. Plopping next to the musky ball of lard only made him feel more hazy, but he couldn't get himself to flinch anymore. He opened the fresh can and brought it to his lips, and let the cold drink flow through down his throat.

His father saw the opportunity to wrap his arm around his son, allowing his armpit to exude some stink. "Man it's good ta have ya back!" he chuckled and released a potent fart, the smell rivaling even that of skunks. "Finally can bond, me and you!" he cheered, definitely happy that he could spend some proper time with his son now that he wasn't an immature pup anymore.

"Goodness... you stink..." the resting labrador whined, not feeling the strength in his body to detach from his father's unwashed carpet of pungent fur. He couldn't think too much about things as it hurt his head to make that extra effort... Maybe it was the beer? Or the smell? Or the flashing images on the TV that he could barely make out anymore... Maybe he was just tired...

"And ya like it, dontcha? It's the scent of a real man!"

"Hnnn... it's strong..." the younger dog's words started to make less sense, and he turned to his father in order to get some reassurance for the way he was feeling. For someone who had demonized his dad for so long, Kyle couldn't seem to feel that same resentment anymore. Something inside him started to develop a sort of admiration towards his father, as if he were a great role-model despite their ideals not matching up entirely. That was wrong, right? He despised being here and having to put up with his company, didn't he? That line of thought was quickly interrupted as he felt his father shifting and turning.

"What's up with that look, pup?" his father gave a devilish grin, getting onto his knees and making his large rump face his son. "Seemed to me like ya aren't feeling too well, was hoping to give you a breath of fresh air!"

The whole situation seemed extremely scary for Kyle, but for some reason he couldn't get himself to react. The sight of his father's enlarged butt made him feel something strange inside. It wasn't necessarily bad, but it was strange.

"Wish ya had some junk like this, eh? Damn, that pizza didn't do me well... Stomach's feeling sad already!"

The younger dog's eyes widened, he knew that there would be trouble coming. But he slowly started to abstract from the smell around him. Abstract would be a wrong way to put it... He started to absorb it. Taking some sniffs with his sensitive nose, he could almost savour the putrid air his father had filled the room with.

With a faint pffft, his father wiggled his butt and tried to push it closer to his son, leaving him with less room to think and more to smell.

"You love sniffing butts and farts, don't ya son? Don't think I've never caught on ya as a lil' pup, trying to hide how much my presence excited you! Bet ya took so long to come back home because it was too much of a temptation, huh?~"

Kyle was confused... It couldn't be right, could it? He always thought his father was disgusting. The stench of rotten eggs filled his mind and he found it harder and harder to think, he was mesmerized by the big fat ass and pucker that his father was showing him. Slowly, he found that memories of hating his father morphed into hating how much his stink turned him on. He could remember scenes of masturbing inside rooms that his father had been in, just to enjoy some of the rank smell. The memories of being clean and tidy were replaced with memories of repressed desires, of wanting to do what he was being given the chance to right now. He loved his father, he loved his smell... Even now, infatuation grew in him, just as his canine cock started perking up inside his pajama shorts. Without giving it any more thought, he stuffed his muzzle into his father's huge ass, and moaned in pleasure as he started licking his juicy donut.

"Daaaamn... that's right pup... Just how long have ya been waiting to get the chance to do this? To think that I raised such a disgusting boy..."

Even the teasing sounded adequate to the dog - he knew that his desires were wrong and that he was behaving badly, but he couldn't keep his feelings inside anymore, could he? All he could remember was an insatiable, burning lust for his father and now he was finally getting to taste what he had desired for so long. His father's tailhole was so sweaty and dirty, it was exactly the way a real man should have it.

"Sorry to interrupt yer fun, but I'm feeling extra gassy tonight..." he said before releasing another blast of disgusting air, melting his son's mind even further. "I didn't say ya could stop licking though!"

All he needed was the command to get back into the crack, his mental faculties getting more and more limited as time passed in the rotten gas chamber his father's place was.

"Who would've said yer such a dirty fartbag, huh?" the big dog teased, rubbing his rump into his son's nose. "Ya like the smell of a real man like me?"

"Mmmmhmm" a muffled grunt came out of the buttsniffing labrador, completely dazed and entranced with the smells which permeated his fur.

"Get in there, stinky! Nice and deep." the older dog commanded, occasionally letting another rank fart escape his posterior.

The fart-addicted dog barely noticed that his sheath was pulsing like crazy, almost as if he hadn't had release in years. Nothing seemed to cross his mind anymore asides from huffing more of the disgusting gas, and he just wouldn't let go of his dad's butt. Soon enough, it had to happen as the bigger dog released one final burst and turned around, sitting back down and looking at the absolutely unrecognizable state his son was in. He was drooling like crazy, staring at the behemoth of a dog before him, and needless to say, carried the exact same stench as his father's ass.

"That's more like it! Always knew a pussy like ya would end up learning yer place, beneath a real man's ass! Ain't it much better now, Kyle?"

His son nodded in an absent-minded way, still completely enthralled by his father's scent and figure.

"Hmm, now that I think 'bout it, Kyle doesn't suit ya anymore! Yer such a stinky dog, how about we call ya Stinky?"

Once again his son nodded, grinning at the idea of being called Stinky. He liked stink, didn't he? He loved sniffing stinky things too, didn't he? And he most certainly was a stinky dog, wasn't he? Nothing more adequate could cross his mind, not that there would be much crossing his mind now asides from the desire to sniff big manly butts. And he sat there, cock erect and leaking pre, nostrils still flaring and savouring the disgusting smell of the living room. His father soon came up with a rather evil idea.

"Can ya give me yer phone, Stinky? Daddy needs it."