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So this is mainly just a pic that I had my friend make to go along with a story I wrote, as kinda a fan story for Callum in order to try and get myself to write more again, and I think it turned out well. Not my best work, and likely spent a bit too long on the setup and less time on the...ya know...fun part, but eh.
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Dragoan
Callum ©
hdalby33
Azar ©
Derpzilla
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A Proper Pet
Callum was sitting in his apartment above his bakery, softly musing to himself. The windows to his home were open, as he took a deep breath in through his nose, and let it out through his mouth. Even when the place wasn’t open, the tantalizing smell of all the wonderful baked goods in his shop below was wonderful to smell….especially with what it did to his figure.
The fat baker rumbled softly, resting a paw on his ample stomach as he drummed his fingers lightly. Many of his friends had gone on vacation for the summer, but he had to stay and run his bakery. Things had gotten a bit lonely, and most days were spent like this if the shop was closed, sitting in his apartment with he, himself, and his thoughts.
Little did the dragon know, that was likely going to change today.
He stood up and streeetched, feeling his belly hang over his knees as he grunted, the couch giving a slight groooan of protest as it adjusted to losing the weight that was resting upon it. He chuckled softly, and merely smacked his own gut proudly, watching it wobble. Never trust a thin baker, as they say! He walked over to the front door and sighed. Maybe a walk would help clear his mind a bit. Slipping on a FAR too small sweatshirt, he stuffed a few small bread rolls in case of-okay…BECAUSE he would need snacks for the trip.
Locking the place behind him, Callum hefted himself down the stairs, delighting in each creak that followed his heavy footsteps. He walked out of his bakery as well, and idly rubbed at his gut as he walked, feeling each step causing a delightful amount of ripples and sloshes. It wasn’t too long into his walk however, when he passed by an alleyway and heard a slight whimper, followed by the sound of some clanging.
Curious, Callum walked a bit into the alleyway and looked around, “Hello?” he called softly. A box within the alleyway seemed to twitch and whimper. Oh, well that seemed perfectly-wait…boxes don’t whimper….or constantly shiver. The dragon hefted himself over toward the box and leaned down, grunting as his gut rested itself on his legs and he gently knocked on top of the box. “I promise not to hurt you. I mean, feed you maybe, but hurt? Never”
After a few moments, the front flaps slowly opened and a head poked out. It was a wolf, with snow white fur, and black tipped ears, which were nervously pinned back at the moment. Its hazel eyes were a bit wide, and quaking along with his body. His snout had three black strips on it that looked almost like the slash of a claw, but it was obviously just some markings on his fur. “T-that’s what everyone says…” it stuttered softly. Most likely male with the way his voice sounded.
“Yes well, I’m not really ‘everyone’ now am I?” he huffed a bit, and softly held his hand out, “I’m Callum.” He offered, giving a small smile.
The wolf nervously looked at the dragon’s hand and cocked his head, “erm…I’m Dawex?” he said curiously.
Callum paused, “…you shake it” he said simply.
“O-oh…right um…sorry…” a black paw slowly came out, showing that his paws were likely ‘socked’ with black fur as his hand was shaken by Dawex.
“There we go! So…what’re you doing in an alleyway like this? Aren’t feral wolves like you normally…ya know, in the forest?”
Dawex shuffled his paws nervously, staying quiet. Callum thought for a moment before smiling, and reaching into his sweatshirt to pull out one of the rolls, holding it down to him, “Here, eat this…you must be hungry.” He said, licking his own lips a bit.
Dawex sniffed at it and seemed to hesitate for a moment, but the familiar growl of a stomach quickly helped him with the decicion and he leaned out to eat it. After a few bites his eyes bulged, and he gulped the roll down, seeming to drool slightly.
Callum chuckled and gently pet his head, “There ya go…if you want more though, you gotta come out.” He stepped back to give the wolf space, and the wolf did in fact come out, revealing he was quite the thin one. His rib cage was clearly visible.
Callum grinned softly, and the gears in his head softly began to turn, as he could almost SEE he pounds just adding, and adding, and adding onto his frame, turning him into a proper, heavy wolf. And it was then, he began to formulate his plan.
Callum gave a soft smile and softly reached toward the wolf. When he made no move away, he used one hand to feed the wolf a roll of bread, the other one petting his head as the wolf ate, “You seem really hungry little guy. You know…I’ve got more food at home, if you wanna come visit?”
Dawex looked up at him, crumbs stuck to his chin as he took a deep breath, before gulping, “erm…o-okay. B-but promise you wont hurt me!”
Callum gave a light chuckle and nodded, standing up with a grunt as his large gut hung just barely over the wolf’s head, “Of course little guy. Would never think of it.” He softly began to walk toward the sidewalk, checking to make sure that the wolf followed closely. When he did, the two began to walk back to the bakery at a brisk pace. Callum idly fed a roll to the wolf as they walked, smiling and soon getting to the door. He unlocked it and walked in. “Cmon in Dawex”
Dawex nervously walked inside and looked around, sniffing slightly at the ground as he cooed. His tail softly began to sway back and forth, “ohh…this…this place smells really good Mr. Callum” he said.
“Just Callum, please,” he chuckled softly. After another moment he looked around, and dragged over a large bag of dough, lightly patting the plastic-y mass. “Here,” he said, “Sit here and I’ll make you some food.”
Dawex walked over to the bag and sniffed it, pacing around it in a circle a few times before crawling on. His paws sunk into it and he giggled slightly, before curling up and looking to Callum, who was already waddling his way into the back room.
As Callum approached his kitchen he thought to himself, “hm…with how thin he is….simple sweets wont be enough…if I really wanna help him bulk up…I’ll need some of my more…special confections” He chuckled slightly. Friends of his like Azar, and many others, had fallen prey to such evil, devious sweets…and this wolf would be no different. Soon…he wouldn’t be alone anymore at times like this.
About an hour passed and Callum peeked back inside, seeing the wolf asleep atop the dough, his chest rising and falling with every breath as he chuckled a bit, and slowly pushed the cart in. “That’s adorable,” he mumbled to himself, before walking over to the wolf and lightly shaking his shoulder. “Hey, wake up Dawex…food’s done,” the pudgy baker spoke quietly.
Dawex groaned quietly and yawned, slowly cracking his eyes open as his tongue lulled out and his jaw smacked together soon after. He rubbed his eyes with a paw as his vision slowly came in properly, as the fuzz in front of him turned into a massive cart full of cakes, bread, brownies…and any other sweet one could imagine. Dawex didn’t even know what they were, but a simple sniiiiff in had him salivating. He went to try and pounce off the bag onto the floor, and ran for them.
Callum laughed and softly held him back, “woah! Wooooah there little guy. No need to put in so much effort. I’ll feed you,” he smiled. The large baker leaned down, as best he could given his hefty paunch, and slowly laid the wolf on his back. He then grabbed a brownie and softly fed it to the wolf, who happily accepted.
Callum chuckled, watching Dawex’s eyes practically tear up at the taste, opening his maw wider to allow that warm confection into his mouth. Callum kept up the feeding for a few brownies, his eyes flicking down toward Dawex’s middle as it slowly began to fill out, and get back into a more ‘proper’ toned shape for a wolf his age. The rib cage was no longer visible, and it would be near impossible to even tell the wolf was homeless just a few hours ago….aside from his less than groomed fur. “How was that?” Callum asked, lightly scratching behind the canine’s ears.
Dawex’s tail was a blur as he reached up to hug Callum’s gut tightly, eyes closed and entire body trembling with happiness, “thank you!” he shouted, tearing up and pressing his forelegs and face into that warm, doughy gut with happiness.
Callum oofed slightly in surprise, and chuckled, leaning down to give his own firm SQUEEZE of the wolf into his proud, hefty paunch. “Anytime, pup. Now…you ready to really get fed?” he asked.
Dawex smiled softly and nodded, licking his lips as he laid back down and opened his maw wide obediently. Bingo. The wolf was putty in his paws now. He soon moved on from brownies, to entire large, hefty slices of cakes. He softly pushed one into Dawex’s maw as the wolf just gulped it down expertly, causing the dragon to chuckle at his eagerness. His free hand moved down to idly rub at Dawex’s stomach. As what was soon the entire cake was fed into the wolf, Callum idly was feeling his hand start to be able to actually press into the wolf’s belly. His form was slowly starting to bulk up.
Dawex uuuuurped softly and blushed, “I-I…I still don’t feel full…” he mumbled, instinctively a bit…embarrassed about the situation.
Callum softly shushed him, lightly tapping his nose, “that’s a special ingredient I put in,” he informed. “You were quiet malnourished before…I needed to fix that. Just trust me, okay?” he asked.
Dawex didn’t even hesitate, as he nodded softly, indicating to the dragon that he was willing to do whatever Callum wished.
Callum smiled, softly giving a scritch behind the ear as a reward. After a few moments, he began to be a bit less…careful with his feedings. One paw was just shoving treat after treat into the pup’s waiting maw. That white stomach of his was slowly starting to fill out, and bulge heavily, perssing aginst his legs. Callum chuckled a bit, “mnn…let me help you work it down, shall I?” he offered.
His only answer was a loud UUUUURP as the wolf rudely belched up a few crumbs and lulled his tongue out the side of his maw. With a slight chuckle, Callum began to softly knead into the warm, furry tummy beneath him. And light dough that belly sank and molded itself around his hands. He idly hummed and pressed that gut up, and down. His hands slowly moved in circles and his thumbs added wonderful, pleasing tingles as he did.
Dawex rumbled softly, his tail wagging about behind him as he panted, “ohhh I feel so urrp…heavy…” he mumbled, a paw of his own reaching forward to squish into his belly as he soon yelped and looked down, “M-my belly!”
“Shh…” Callum sinced him with a firm PREEESSS in as that caused the wolf to instantly go back into a cooing, stuffed and happy wuff, “it’s okay…I’m making you big and soft like me…doesn’t that sound fun?”
Dawex nodded slowly, before getting cut off in what he was about to say as some more food was shoved into his maw. He sighed and soon rolled onto his side, feeling that gut spill out on the floor as he rumbled, tail a blur as his back leg twitched happily. After another few minutes Callum slowly stepped back to admire his work. A few crumbs…some partially eaten food on the floor…and one heavy wolf laying in the middle. His eyes rolled back and glazed over…not unlike some of the doughnuts he had been fed. His tongue was just lolled and flopped out to the side. The wolf was fattened up quite well, and would need to drag his gut aroud everywhere now most likely.
The wolf was a good, if barely mobile, size. …For now. Better to ease him into things, before going as extreme as the baker himself liked it. He softly walked up to the head of the wolf and whispered into his ear, leaning over his own heavy gut with a grunt, “Does the big puppy wanna stay here, with me? Just be fed and rubbed and loved every single day?”
Dawex whimpered happily, tail thumping on the floor slowly. That was enough of a yes for Callum as he gently pulled a collar out of his shirt, one that he’d had quick made and ordered while he was baking. He softly clipped it around Dawex’s flabby neck, watching the rolls softly sink into the material, with that gold tag saying ‘Dawex’, flopping against that ample feral chest. His plan had worked….not only was he no longer lonely. But he had a perfect new pet to fatten up if he ever felt…devious.
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DragoanCallum ©
hdalby33Azar ©
Derpzilla=======
A Proper Pet
Callum was sitting in his apartment above his bakery, softly musing to himself. The windows to his home were open, as he took a deep breath in through his nose, and let it out through his mouth. Even when the place wasn’t open, the tantalizing smell of all the wonderful baked goods in his shop below was wonderful to smell….especially with what it did to his figure.
The fat baker rumbled softly, resting a paw on his ample stomach as he drummed his fingers lightly. Many of his friends had gone on vacation for the summer, but he had to stay and run his bakery. Things had gotten a bit lonely, and most days were spent like this if the shop was closed, sitting in his apartment with he, himself, and his thoughts.
Little did the dragon know, that was likely going to change today.
He stood up and streeetched, feeling his belly hang over his knees as he grunted, the couch giving a slight groooan of protest as it adjusted to losing the weight that was resting upon it. He chuckled softly, and merely smacked his own gut proudly, watching it wobble. Never trust a thin baker, as they say! He walked over to the front door and sighed. Maybe a walk would help clear his mind a bit. Slipping on a FAR too small sweatshirt, he stuffed a few small bread rolls in case of-okay…BECAUSE he would need snacks for the trip.
Locking the place behind him, Callum hefted himself down the stairs, delighting in each creak that followed his heavy footsteps. He walked out of his bakery as well, and idly rubbed at his gut as he walked, feeling each step causing a delightful amount of ripples and sloshes. It wasn’t too long into his walk however, when he passed by an alleyway and heard a slight whimper, followed by the sound of some clanging.
Curious, Callum walked a bit into the alleyway and looked around, “Hello?” he called softly. A box within the alleyway seemed to twitch and whimper. Oh, well that seemed perfectly-wait…boxes don’t whimper….or constantly shiver. The dragon hefted himself over toward the box and leaned down, grunting as his gut rested itself on his legs and he gently knocked on top of the box. “I promise not to hurt you. I mean, feed you maybe, but hurt? Never”
After a few moments, the front flaps slowly opened and a head poked out. It was a wolf, with snow white fur, and black tipped ears, which were nervously pinned back at the moment. Its hazel eyes were a bit wide, and quaking along with his body. His snout had three black strips on it that looked almost like the slash of a claw, but it was obviously just some markings on his fur. “T-that’s what everyone says…” it stuttered softly. Most likely male with the way his voice sounded.
“Yes well, I’m not really ‘everyone’ now am I?” he huffed a bit, and softly held his hand out, “I’m Callum.” He offered, giving a small smile.
The wolf nervously looked at the dragon’s hand and cocked his head, “erm…I’m Dawex?” he said curiously.
Callum paused, “…you shake it” he said simply.
“O-oh…right um…sorry…” a black paw slowly came out, showing that his paws were likely ‘socked’ with black fur as his hand was shaken by Dawex.
“There we go! So…what’re you doing in an alleyway like this? Aren’t feral wolves like you normally…ya know, in the forest?”
Dawex shuffled his paws nervously, staying quiet. Callum thought for a moment before smiling, and reaching into his sweatshirt to pull out one of the rolls, holding it down to him, “Here, eat this…you must be hungry.” He said, licking his own lips a bit.
Dawex sniffed at it and seemed to hesitate for a moment, but the familiar growl of a stomach quickly helped him with the decicion and he leaned out to eat it. After a few bites his eyes bulged, and he gulped the roll down, seeming to drool slightly.
Callum chuckled and gently pet his head, “There ya go…if you want more though, you gotta come out.” He stepped back to give the wolf space, and the wolf did in fact come out, revealing he was quite the thin one. His rib cage was clearly visible.
Callum grinned softly, and the gears in his head softly began to turn, as he could almost SEE he pounds just adding, and adding, and adding onto his frame, turning him into a proper, heavy wolf. And it was then, he began to formulate his plan.
Callum gave a soft smile and softly reached toward the wolf. When he made no move away, he used one hand to feed the wolf a roll of bread, the other one petting his head as the wolf ate, “You seem really hungry little guy. You know…I’ve got more food at home, if you wanna come visit?”
Dawex looked up at him, crumbs stuck to his chin as he took a deep breath, before gulping, “erm…o-okay. B-but promise you wont hurt me!”
Callum gave a light chuckle and nodded, standing up with a grunt as his large gut hung just barely over the wolf’s head, “Of course little guy. Would never think of it.” He softly began to walk toward the sidewalk, checking to make sure that the wolf followed closely. When he did, the two began to walk back to the bakery at a brisk pace. Callum idly fed a roll to the wolf as they walked, smiling and soon getting to the door. He unlocked it and walked in. “Cmon in Dawex”
Dawex nervously walked inside and looked around, sniffing slightly at the ground as he cooed. His tail softly began to sway back and forth, “ohh…this…this place smells really good Mr. Callum” he said.
“Just Callum, please,” he chuckled softly. After another moment he looked around, and dragged over a large bag of dough, lightly patting the plastic-y mass. “Here,” he said, “Sit here and I’ll make you some food.”
Dawex walked over to the bag and sniffed it, pacing around it in a circle a few times before crawling on. His paws sunk into it and he giggled slightly, before curling up and looking to Callum, who was already waddling his way into the back room.
As Callum approached his kitchen he thought to himself, “hm…with how thin he is….simple sweets wont be enough…if I really wanna help him bulk up…I’ll need some of my more…special confections” He chuckled slightly. Friends of his like Azar, and many others, had fallen prey to such evil, devious sweets…and this wolf would be no different. Soon…he wouldn’t be alone anymore at times like this.
About an hour passed and Callum peeked back inside, seeing the wolf asleep atop the dough, his chest rising and falling with every breath as he chuckled a bit, and slowly pushed the cart in. “That’s adorable,” he mumbled to himself, before walking over to the wolf and lightly shaking his shoulder. “Hey, wake up Dawex…food’s done,” the pudgy baker spoke quietly.
Dawex groaned quietly and yawned, slowly cracking his eyes open as his tongue lulled out and his jaw smacked together soon after. He rubbed his eyes with a paw as his vision slowly came in properly, as the fuzz in front of him turned into a massive cart full of cakes, bread, brownies…and any other sweet one could imagine. Dawex didn’t even know what they were, but a simple sniiiiff in had him salivating. He went to try and pounce off the bag onto the floor, and ran for them.
Callum laughed and softly held him back, “woah! Wooooah there little guy. No need to put in so much effort. I’ll feed you,” he smiled. The large baker leaned down, as best he could given his hefty paunch, and slowly laid the wolf on his back. He then grabbed a brownie and softly fed it to the wolf, who happily accepted.
Callum chuckled, watching Dawex’s eyes practically tear up at the taste, opening his maw wider to allow that warm confection into his mouth. Callum kept up the feeding for a few brownies, his eyes flicking down toward Dawex’s middle as it slowly began to fill out, and get back into a more ‘proper’ toned shape for a wolf his age. The rib cage was no longer visible, and it would be near impossible to even tell the wolf was homeless just a few hours ago….aside from his less than groomed fur. “How was that?” Callum asked, lightly scratching behind the canine’s ears.
Dawex’s tail was a blur as he reached up to hug Callum’s gut tightly, eyes closed and entire body trembling with happiness, “thank you!” he shouted, tearing up and pressing his forelegs and face into that warm, doughy gut with happiness.
Callum oofed slightly in surprise, and chuckled, leaning down to give his own firm SQUEEZE of the wolf into his proud, hefty paunch. “Anytime, pup. Now…you ready to really get fed?” he asked.
Dawex smiled softly and nodded, licking his lips as he laid back down and opened his maw wide obediently. Bingo. The wolf was putty in his paws now. He soon moved on from brownies, to entire large, hefty slices of cakes. He softly pushed one into Dawex’s maw as the wolf just gulped it down expertly, causing the dragon to chuckle at his eagerness. His free hand moved down to idly rub at Dawex’s stomach. As what was soon the entire cake was fed into the wolf, Callum idly was feeling his hand start to be able to actually press into the wolf’s belly. His form was slowly starting to bulk up.
Dawex uuuuurped softly and blushed, “I-I…I still don’t feel full…” he mumbled, instinctively a bit…embarrassed about the situation.
Callum softly shushed him, lightly tapping his nose, “that’s a special ingredient I put in,” he informed. “You were quiet malnourished before…I needed to fix that. Just trust me, okay?” he asked.
Dawex didn’t even hesitate, as he nodded softly, indicating to the dragon that he was willing to do whatever Callum wished.
Callum smiled, softly giving a scritch behind the ear as a reward. After a few moments, he began to be a bit less…careful with his feedings. One paw was just shoving treat after treat into the pup’s waiting maw. That white stomach of his was slowly starting to fill out, and bulge heavily, perssing aginst his legs. Callum chuckled a bit, “mnn…let me help you work it down, shall I?” he offered.
His only answer was a loud UUUUURP as the wolf rudely belched up a few crumbs and lulled his tongue out the side of his maw. With a slight chuckle, Callum began to softly knead into the warm, furry tummy beneath him. And light dough that belly sank and molded itself around his hands. He idly hummed and pressed that gut up, and down. His hands slowly moved in circles and his thumbs added wonderful, pleasing tingles as he did.
Dawex rumbled softly, his tail wagging about behind him as he panted, “ohhh I feel so urrp…heavy…” he mumbled, a paw of his own reaching forward to squish into his belly as he soon yelped and looked down, “M-my belly!”
“Shh…” Callum sinced him with a firm PREEESSS in as that caused the wolf to instantly go back into a cooing, stuffed and happy wuff, “it’s okay…I’m making you big and soft like me…doesn’t that sound fun?”
Dawex nodded slowly, before getting cut off in what he was about to say as some more food was shoved into his maw. He sighed and soon rolled onto his side, feeling that gut spill out on the floor as he rumbled, tail a blur as his back leg twitched happily. After another few minutes Callum slowly stepped back to admire his work. A few crumbs…some partially eaten food on the floor…and one heavy wolf laying in the middle. His eyes rolled back and glazed over…not unlike some of the doughnuts he had been fed. His tongue was just lolled and flopped out to the side. The wolf was fattened up quite well, and would need to drag his gut aroud everywhere now most likely.
The wolf was a good, if barely mobile, size. …For now. Better to ease him into things, before going as extreme as the baker himself liked it. He softly walked up to the head of the wolf and whispered into his ear, leaning over his own heavy gut with a grunt, “Does the big puppy wanna stay here, with me? Just be fed and rubbed and loved every single day?”
Dawex whimpered happily, tail thumping on the floor slowly. That was enough of a yes for Callum as he gently pulled a collar out of his shirt, one that he’d had quick made and ordered while he was baking. He softly clipped it around Dawex’s flabby neck, watching the rolls softly sink into the material, with that gold tag saying ‘Dawex’, flopping against that ample feral chest. His plan had worked….not only was he no longer lonely. But he had a perfect new pet to fatten up if he ever felt…devious.
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"that part"? *Blink*
also, tbh after he began to plan (the part where I mention gears turning) it was months before I continud.
then I finished the second half (after that part) today....whiiiile raging at my Dad and little brother...surprised it turned out ok while anger writing...
also, tbh after he began to plan (the part where I mention gears turning) it was months before I continud.
then I finished the second half (after that part) today....whiiiile raging at my Dad and little brother...surprised it turned out ok while anger writing...
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