Hey there! Look at this! I'm not dead. Yet.

I finally made a picture, after all this time! And it is no other than a pic with two of my greatest friends! This was a trade I made with amazing Hector de Wolf in exchange for a pic for my friend Callum. You can find the pic he made HERE!! Go watch it now!!

ALSO! Please go check the original story submitted by the fantastic whale of a dragon right HERE!!. Go click in the "Add as Favorite" button now!

So, by doing this pic I found out the three ingredients necessary for making a bakery. And I want to share this useful knowledge with you:

INGREDIENTS:

- One huge adorable derp of a baker (and writer):  hdalby33
- One large heap of a hungry and insatiable patron such as:  hectorthewolf
- A tub of green coloured lard who is willing to fatten the patrons  dragontzin
- Plenty of sweet tasty confections

- Sugar and cuddles to taste

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PROCEDURE: (Wonderful story made by this derpy dragon:  hdalby33 )

"Lupus Lardus"

White…everything seemed to tinged in a soft cream-colored hue; a gentle white reminiscent of frosting or vanilla that warmed the bakery. Callum loved the atmosphere, breathing it in and causing his apron-clad stomach to lift off its comfy overhang. Flour speckled the bakery, dotting nearly everything a gentle white, as if a warm winter had come early.

Aiding him was a dragon colored in lime and white, the latter of which composed his belly and chest in fine, pearly scales. Tzin’s supple figure wobbled too and fro as he helped Callum transfer the baked goods from the serving counter. A cascade of fiery feathers ruffled like a large candle flame along the back of Tzin’s head, adding to the warming atmosphere. Callum often stopped to pat his friend’s voluminous middle, comparing it to many lightly frosted treats and enjoying reddening of the Mexican drake’s cheeks.

As they passed one another, a looming figure between them grew. The German wolf was the sole reason for the constant trips Callum and Tzin made with various treats. Even before he’d been stuffed, Hector had been tightly squeezed by the doublewide entry as he followed Tzin inside. A behemoth of a wolf, Hector’s sides were composed of heavy lovehandles that spilled rather than rolled down his deep grey hips. They met a pair of thick, ham-shaped thighs jacketed in fuzzy lard, supporting an arrestingly large belly that dominated anything near it. Hector’s gait was reduced to a slow, rolling waddle and most furs in his way were smart enough to stand clear before they were slowly rundown by a massive squishy entity that engulfed them like a marshmallow.

Callum found Hector’s personality to fit his stature. Mellow, amiable bordering on loving, and all around cheerful to those he considered friends. Especially those in possession of a particularly large amount of food. The drake had grinned up to the massive wolf, before meekly reaching out and patting his monolithic girth. Hector’s gut felt as though a waterbed had been wrapped in extra layers of cotton for additional protection, the light grey fur seeping through the dragon’s fist as he patted it. To his surprise, the German wolf pulled the baker into a bear hug, and Callum found himself almost drowning in the wolf’s gut. That cemented the drake’s admiration. Once the introductions were set aside, he and Tzin set about introducing the heavyset wolf to the enriching delicacies of the bakery.

Hector had plopped on his rear with a resounding jiggle that sent waves rippling through his figure and a possible earthquake through the Southern part of town, before eagerly accepting a large tray of Danishes from Tzin. The amiable lupine settled on his padded back and dug into the treats, accruing a heavy dusting of flour and fine sugar in his belly fur that turned it a stark white. With each bite, the huge wolf grew even larger, resulting many indulging snuggles from his feeders. Overtime, the voluminous wolf’s gut bulged and swelled with extra flab, rounding out into an impressive snow globe in a whitened bakery.

Callum grunted softly as he heaved the next portion of donuts over the horizon of Hector’s belly. They’d been feeding the wolf for a couple hours and had resorted to scaling Hector’s mountainous middle and trying not to be swallowed into the pillowy softness. “Ready Hector?” the silver baker huffed, feeling his rump sink heavily into the wolf’s chest.

“Always,” Hector giggled, his voice precisely as one might have expected from such a large lupine: deep, warm and mellow, as if it were muffled by the layers of pudge rounded along Hector’s cheeks. “I always love more of the pastries, ask Tzin.” He smiled to the lime lizard who was putting the finishing touches on a towering cheesecake.

“You got that right!” Tzin chuckled, reaching out and jiggling Hector’s gut, “Hector’s kind of a waddling glacier that consumes everything.” His grin grew wider as Callum was suddenly pulled into another flab-filled hug by the heavy wolf, “And a notorious German Hugger, the distant cousin of the German Shepard.”

Callum sent the remaining Danishes tumbling into the soft wolf’s maw and rubbed Hector’s voluminous belly indulgently. He felt a faint wobble jostle the wolf’s middle as Tzin finished the massive cake and hopped onto Hector’s doughy gut to provide some company.

“We need to have an eating contest sometime,” Callum giggled, trailing his paws through the soft rolls along Hector’s neck. The wolf purred happily and flashed another wide grin at the drake. “It’s be interesting to be pushed to the utter limits with this fluffball.”

“I would be always up for it,” Hector replied, snuggling Tzin against his doughy chest when the green drake slid down within arms reach. The wolf buried his plush snout into the Mexican drake’s supple middle, nuzzling it warmly, “The prize of which is to use Tzin as a scaly pillow!”

Tzin rolled his eyes, but hugged the cuddly canine back, ignoring a snigger from Callum. “You’d be hard to beat, Hector.” He eyed the wolf’s domed middle. It formed a grand white curve, disturbed only by the occasional jiggle of a laugh from the wolf beneath. “Very hard.”

Hector’s grin widened from his snout buried in the Mexican drake’s gut, “You never know, Tzin.”

Callum snickered, laying back softly against the furry surface indulgently, “Yeah Tzin. You shouldn’t limit yourself. Even if you do make an excellent pillow.” Tzin flushed and grumbled, but Hector took the dig as an opportunity to mess with the baker in turn.

With deceptive speed, the wolf flipped his head over and plopped it against Callum’s middle. The baker oofed and looked down, unable to stop another laugh, one of genuine mirth, escape as he was greeted by a thick-cheeked muzzle framed by a thick swath of brown hair and a halo of neck pudge.

“Allo doubter dragon number two,” the wolf chirped, wiggling his massive body under the two drakes, “You make a pillow just as fine as Tzin.” Hector nuzzled Callum’s silvery middle, his chins squashing up along the heavy, aproned pudge, “Don’t make limits for yourself.”

Callum narrowed his eyes while Tzin guffawed and snuggled Hector adoringly, rubbing the section of the wolf’s belly appreciatively. Curving his claws delicately along Hector’s thickened neck and then tenderly scritching the wolf’s soft chins, he sighed, “I suppose you’re right. I mean you’ve already exceeded the limits of a bed, so why shouldn’t we?”

Hector nodded in agreement, a deep purr wobbling up from his bulk as Tzin kneaded folds of pudge along his chest. “Exactly!”

Callum suddenly introduced the massive cheesecake from over the upper curve of the wolf’s gut. He balanced it between him and Tzin, on the layer of soft cushioning along Hector’s chest, “Then this cheesecake will have a limitless home!” The baker patted the wolf’s pillowy middle as Hector looked up at the cheesecake in awe.

“And don’t worry, sweet wolf, we’ll provide as much comfort as we can if you do happen to reach your limits.” Tzin scritched a portion of the wolf’s flab, resting his heavy middle against Hector, “And you’ll have your choice of pillows too!”

“Ooh, wonderful,” Hector licked his soft muzzle, eagerly awaiting the dense cake. Obligingly, Tzin and Callum alternated between feeding large, creamy wedges of the white cheesecake to the swelling dome of a wolf. With each layer of cheesecake that disappeared down Hector’s gullet, his stomach puffed up with another layer of lard, cushioning the pair of dergs in deepening nests of wolf blubber. The wolf purred as his belly wobbled too and fro, sloshing hypnotically as it was filled and gently rolling over the tables in the bakery.

The flour-flecked room was gradually overflowed by a heavy, snuggable glacier of Hector’s belly, the bulk dispersing in a rounded mass of soft fur and supple flab. By the time the reached the final piece, Callum and Tzin struggled to remain upright in their makeshift cushions along Hector’s soft chest. His stomach was a yielding mass of pudge, a vast acreage of lupine lard that dominated the bakery like a wobbling, snow covered globe. Hector’s facial features seemed locked in a permanent smile as he licked the remains of the cheesecake free, his rounded features squishing into his non-existent neck and broad chest. The darker grey fur along his sides jiggled and swayed with the mass of adipose it struggled to contain. “Hic! That was the best of cheesecakes!” he declared, reaching out with doughy arms and snuggling the pair of dragons against him. Their supple forms wobbled gently along with his supple self, each entirely content in the comfort of the loving lupine. “Now,” Hector giggled softly, rubbing his cheeks to Callum’s belly and then Tzin’s, “You two just have to catch up!”