December 2024: The Big Nine- Dancer

Last picture for 2024, and Dancer is celebrating in a big way! Enjoy!

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Being one of Santa's reindeer was hard work— and as far as Dancer was concerned, there was no better cure for working hard than playing hard. Dancer had made it his personal mission to make sure the entire team got the sort of party that they deserved; the holiday season was meant for everyone to be merry and bright, and no one was as lit as Dancer. His After-Christmas parties were the stuff of legends in the North Pole; they went on for several nights as food and drink was brought in by gallons and tons, the music was rattling icebergs and shaking snow drifts, and the vibes were as high as they could be. Dancer was the party king of the North Pole, and everyone hailed him every time one of his parties set off.

That didn't mean that constant, debauched and gluttonous parties didn't leave his body unscathed; his toned, athletic build was smothered by several hundred gallons of peppermint schnapps and some of his "special" brownies. Dancer was wider around than he was tall, his enormous, cream-colored belly spilling over his hips and reaching down to the dance floor, his harness strung taut and stretched to envelope his enormous torso. He sported trunk-sized legs and a round, blubbery rear, a pillow-like chest that all bounced as he shifted and swayed around the dance floor. His arms were swathed in lard, and with each step, there was a subtle jiggle in his tire-like double chin and his round cheeks, as he laughed loud and sang along with the music. Despite it all, Dancer continued to tear up the dance floor— even if his moves had to be a little slower and a little heavier, to avoid rolling on his side.

This party was already going to be the biggest one he had done yet; Dancer was more lit up than a Christmas tree, double-wielding steins filled with the type of drink that would have floored a smaller reindeer. The music was pumping, his wide hips and gloriously huge ass were showing no sign of quitting, and by the looks of it, he was going to carry this all the way to New Year's— a Christmas wish come true if ever there was one.