It's been a long while since I drew a WG sequence and I was not really sure if I do one again, cause I thought they looks always bad. Bud after a nice chat with Callum, got I the mood back to try it again. And the result can you see here^^

Baking together with friends makes a lot of fun but you should always take care not eat to much fresh dough. It can be very swelling XD

But the best is, that  hdalby33 made a short story about this sequences to, which you can read here in the descriptions^^

and I really hope you all will enjoy it ;3




Doughballs
Featuring: Callum and Hector
By:  hdalby33

Callum had a new apprentice. Someone who not only shared his bulky build, but also profound passion for the art of baked goods.

The apprentice’s name was Hector—a kindly German wolf who seemed incredibly keen on learning the trade of pastries.

“Alright Hector, once the dough is nice and fluffy, you make it into balls roughly the size of your fist,” the tubby baker instructed.

Hector nodded, setting the bowl down and licking his flour-speckled lips. “So like our bellies?” He asked with a wag of his tail.

“Exactly,” Callum echoed, taking two pawfuls of dough and sculpting them into orbs roughly as big around as his cheeks. Then he plopped them on the tray, where they’d be flattened and shaped further.

Hector took his own two pawfuls, an impish grin spread over his grey cheeks. “How do we know they taste good though?” He asked.

“Hmm?” Callum turned to him, only to have a ball of dough thrust into his maw. “Mmmph! That's one way!” He mumbled as Hector chewed the other, eyes wide with pleasure.

“Seems I taught you something new, draggy,” the canine teased. “And after careful consideration, I would say these are wonderful!”

“I concur!” The dragon exclaimed. “No onto the next step.”

The pair continued to wobble and tease one another gently, creating and baking to their heart’s content.

Then Hector made his first mistake. It was common enough, especially with hector furs, but the results were always the same.

After eating the dough, Callum made sure to keep well away from the oven where several trays of cupcakes and cinnamon rolls were being heated up. The simple math was to let the dough digest first, which only took about ten minutes, before you got near anything hot.

Callum should’ve informed his companion early on, but the enjoyment of baking distracted him.

Hector took another bite of dough, rolling it over his tongue and giggling at the sweet taste. “I don’t know why you even have to bake it,” he said between bites, belly bouncing under his apron. “Unbaked dough is so goood.”

“True,” Callum replied, scooping a couple more mouthfuls of dough into his maw. He blushed the wolf squeezed his soft sides teasingly, making the scales jiggle. “But then we wouldn’t be able to add all those wonderful frostings and spices!”

Hector nodded, kneading the dough more. “But we have plenty already in the oven!” he said, moving closer to the heating pastries.

“Indeed we do,” the dragon said, stepping forward with a slosh. “Be careful though, tubby. With all that dough we’ve eaten, we’re walking dough balls our-”

BWOOMPH!

Hector cried out as his belly suddenly blimped out with expanding dough. Both portly furs had consumed enough to create several wedding cakes by that point, and the wolf’s belly bulged tremendously against his apron.

Callum yelped as the wolf’s middle collided with him, pressing the dragon between the counter and a mound of grey flab. It felt like he’d been hit by a pillowy truck, smothering his sagging, blue stomach in pudge as the wolf continued to expand.

The wolf whimpered as he held his sides, feeling the strings of the apron dig tightly into his love handles. “What just happened?” he yelped, staggering under his weight. He now sported a globular orb of a gut that stretched several feet in front of him, taut to the touch from the expanding dough within.

“You just learned how dough reacts to heat,” the dragon laughed. He slowly worked himself free of the wolf’s belly, giving it a couple scritches as Hector whined and tugged at his apron.

“B-but it was so quick!” Hector whimpered, plopping his heavy middle on the counter to take some of the weight off his feet.

Callum shrugged, bumping his considerably denser midriff against the wolf’s rounder one. “That’s how it works.” He nodded to his own dough-filled belly, which still sagged in a spilling overhang, blue plates wobbling over light grey scales. Then the dragon rubbed it against Hector’s rubbery gut, which bounced and reacted more like a trampoline. The dough within continuing to push the wolf’s grey middle outwards.

“Raw dough,” he giggled, patting his own middle. “Versus baked dough,” he concluded, rubbing Hector’s belly.

The wolf huffed, poking Callum’s girth. “Well it doesn’t seem very fair. I didn’t know about this and you didn’t tell me. Now how will I learn to bake?”

“Just stand near the oven?” Callum suggested teasingly. “You’ll learn all you need there!”

Hector growled again, watching his belly continue to blimp slowly. “Well if that’s how you’re going to be, maybe the teacher should be as the student!” With that, the ample apprentice pushed Callum backward toward the oven.

The baker yelped, arms windmilling as he stumbled under his dough-filled weight. Hector smirked as the dragon’s soft rump bounced off the oven, making Callum grunt. Then the heat of the baking cinnamon rolls activated the reservoir of dough in the dragon’s girth and another BWOOMPH! sounded throughout the bakery.

Hector smirked as he clutched his big middle, feeling the apron dig into his sides as his teacher rapidly bloated into a jiggling sphere of dragon blubber.

Callum groaned as he slumped against Hector, paws clutching the rolls now decorating his sides and rubbing the wolf’s warm belly. He followed the wolf’s method of plopping his belly on the counter with a soft jiggle, feeling his plates stretched further than ever.

“Was that really necessary,” he grumbled to the canine.

“Oh yes,” Hector giggled, rubbing Callum’s massive belly and bumping it affectionately. “I think it is very important for the teacher to teach by showing. Not telling.”

“So you needed a demonstration, huh?” The baker watched their tremendous tummies bounce off each other, forming thick waves of grey fur and blue scale.

Heat wafted off those two giant orbs, warming the pair of dough balls wonderfully as the dough within expanded. Callum found himself leaning back as his stomach stretched and creaked more and more, swelling alongside Hector in a great bulge.

The wolf seemed more pleased by their softened states. He poked Callum’s side and then hugged his own. “This might make baking harder, you know.”

“I’ve had some practice,” the swollen dragon laughed. “First order of business is to take these things off.” He dug a claw between the thick flesh rolled under his arm and his apron, before slicing through it. The apron shot off, making the dragon gasp in relief as his moobs tumbled free and his belly bounced against Hector.

The wolf did the same, murring from the relief. “Ooh, that is nice,” he laughed, sending his grey middle jiggling. “So now what? More food?”

“Of course,” Callum said, looking up at their rolling girths. “Can’t stop now when we’re this soft!”

“That’s very true,” the soft wolf agreed, shouldering his teacher’s flab. “Bring it on!”