The Big Nine- Blitzen

To round out the big man's team, Blitzen is here with a sweet treat and sweeter pecs- and he already has a very big fan. Enjoy!

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Being one of Santa's reindeer was hard work— but Blitzen's baking was a massive undertaking all its own, especially given who his biggest client was. It was an interesting balance in life that he had achieved; training for him had taken a new turn, as he had fallen in with Cupid and Comet's half of the team, bulking up his muscles to charge forward and tackle those punishing arctic headwinds, with very impressive results. His body was surging in sheer heft and burly muscle, with shoulders and a back that billowed out like a pair of wings. The reindeer's arms surged, biceps blooming until they were as large as his head. His fur bristled, covering the expanse of hardened, toughened muscle, some of which he didn't even know he had. Of course, all the taste-testing he did to keep his baking nice and sweet meant his apron strings were never any looser around his middle, but he may as well have a waist the width of a baseball compared to his big baking friend— Donner.

The heaviest, blubber-filled beast of a reindeer had fallen first for Blitzen's cooking, and Blitzen, in turn, wrapped the whale of a cervine around his finger. Donner loomed over him, the thick reams of belly fat washing over Blitzen like waves crashing over the rocks— but then, Blitzen was hard and sturdy as a sea cliff, his wide back able to withstand Donner's mass while he kept his latest creation, a fantastically ornate and decadent gingerbread house, just out of reach with his powerful, girthy arms.

"Settle down, big guy, settle down," Blitzen chuckled richly, bouncing his pecs and straining the straps of his apron. "All good things come to those who wait."

"Aw, c'mon…" Donner whined, draping his fat-swaddled arms over Blitzen's burly, boulder shoulders. "But I'm hungry."

Blitzen tutted, flexing his arm, powerful biceps solid as concrete pushing back against Donner as he hung on him, squishing his blubbery layers. "Just you wait, hon— I've got lots of sweet treats for you to get your lips all over."