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Sketches December 2023- Reindeer Trio
🕑 Added 2024-01-01 01:30:39 +0000 UTCAs a special treat to rign out 2023, our last offering is three reindeer of various bods and extra girth- Donner, Cupid, and Rudolph are all living large and loving it. Enjoy!
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Being one of Santa's reindeer was hard work; and no one knew that better than Donner. The team leader for a few centuries, Donner had always been the hardest worker, the one who pushed the team furthest— but last Christmas he had finally hit his limit. In desperate need of something to help him unwind, he took a page out of the Big Guy's book, and indulged his sweet tooth, perhaps to excess. At any rate, someone else was probably going to have to pull the sled next year.
He trundled through the North Pole to his stable, his once spritely legs now caked in lard, two massive thighs rolling off one another and forcing him into a laborious, awkward waddle. But the increasing weight of his ever-expanding belly, spreading out so wide and drooping so low it pressed against the icy cold floor, made his gait into little more than a shuffle. Donner huffed as he carried on, making his enormous, doughy chest flutter, lazily drooping over the crest of his gargantuan belly like too much frosting on a cupcake. His globular gut, his blooming belly, the great, enormous boulder hanging off his torso was a sight to behold- sticking out several feet ahead of his multiple chins, it was excessively soft, a consistency not unlike uncooked dough, overabundant love handles and a deep navel the only features keeping it from being truly spherical. He smacked his lips, causing multiple chins to wobble and inflated, chipmunk cheeks to shudder. The reindeer just needed to relax a little bit, a moment to catch his breath and watch a Christmas movie; complete with a baker's dozen of treats for a snack, of course.
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Being one of Santa's Reindeer was hard work; but Cupid was more than up to the task. That little red-nosed rookie thought he had it hard, but Cupid had spent the past few centuries being lampooned as the pretty one. Yes, even more so than Vixen; he had borne the brunt of stupid Valentine's jokes and quips about his lithe, effete build for far too long. He had spent the past few years reforging himself to get as far away from those jokes as possible, practically living in the North Pole's gym to build more muscle than the rest of the team combined, if he could help it.
"New year, new me," he grunted, hefting a massive barbell that very likely outweighed the sleigh. Enormous traps swallowed the beast of a reindeer’s neck, his well-groomed but coarse brown pelt drawn taut over his now enormous musculature. The tattoos adorning his enormous arms were warped, having grown along with him. His impressive, curling set of antlers were dwarfed by the sheer musculature packed on his frame. Pecs the size of glaciers jutted out from his chest, forming a heavy shelf of mass, chin wedged against it. Both arms were forced to sit at angles by his enormous lats, but even with that sprawling mass his monstrous biceps pushed into the sides of his chest. He was still waiting on his new harness as team leader; the last pair was so tight across his wall-like back and mountain of a torso it had burst apart after a few moments. This year was going to be his first as team leader, since Donner had let himself go to seed, and he was going to look his best.
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Being one of Santa's reindeer was hard work; Rudolph sometimes wondered if he was in over his head. The young buck had one impressive feat to his name, his nose coming in clutch that one time, but now that he was one of the boys, he felt the pressure weighing him down. Thank goodness he had Donner and Cupid to help keep his head on straight… but admittedly, lately, their advice often seemed to contradict each other these days. Donner said relax and indulge, it's Christmas, Cupid said gains were everything— Rudolph wasn't quite sure if trying to follow both of them was his best idea.
The albino reindeer had indulged with Donner a bit too much— his big snowball of a gut pushed forward by several feet like an ice wall, hanging over his red trousers. But where his middle was thick and pliable like dough, the rest of him was as hard as dense as fruitcake. Cupid's intense training regimen— the lifting if not the cardio— had been great for him, and his thickly roped arms rippled at the slightest movement. His legs were thick around as kegs and solid, and his chest kept a massive shape, even as his harness wrapped tightly around him.
Honestly, he looked less like one of the other team, and a bit like Santa. Maybe that was why he was asked to check the list twice… and maybe if he kept working with Cupid and Donner, he could aim his sights a little higher than just being one of the team. After all, the Big Guy had to retire eventually, right?
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MuscleDragonWolf18
Seeing the reindeer in various massive sizes reminds me of this one story, Renard wrote that Cedric drew of the reindeer becoming fatter than Santa but then got Exatron as personal trainer and all of them became jacked studs
