I'm going to start making sketches of fat ferals, heavily referencing Bing AI, because be the fat feral artist you want to see in the world lol

This is my first attempt so I'm happy to hear ideas or criticism

I will not be coloring any of these, because I am severely colorblind, but if anyone see's these and wants to color them for whatever reason they are very welcome to, just put a link to my original sketch if you do :)

In the heart of a picturesque snowy landscape nestled within a Christmas-themed petting zoo, lived a female reindeer named Vixen. Her coat was a luscious blend of caramel browns and creamy whites, speckled with delicate snowflakes that seemed to dance upon her fur. Vixen possessed an irresistible charm that captivated the hearts of visitors from far and wide. Her eyes were pools of friendly warmth that twinkled with a mischievous glimmer whenever someone approached.

Vixen's magnetic personality wasn't solely responsible for her popularity. Mostly, it was her insatiable sweet tooth that truly endeared her to the visitors. At the mere scent of freshly baked cookies or the sight of candy canes glistening in the winter sunlight, purchased from the establishment’s conveniently located refreshment stand, Vixen's ears would perk up, and she would trot over with a graceful yet eager gait, her hooves leaving imprints in the powdery snow.

Despite the spacious fields surrounding the petting zoo, where her fellow reindeer , each named for Santa's famous sleigh team, frolicked and played, Vixen preferred the warm, cozy confines of the barn. It was there, amidst the hay bales and twinkling christmas lights, that she could indulge in her favorite pastime being showered with affection and treats by adoring visitors instead of exerting herself like her foolish companions.

As the seasons passed, Vixen's voracious appetite and sedentary lifestyle began to take their toll. Her once sleek form gradually transformed into something altogether different. Her belly, once trim and lean, began to swell with layers of soft, quivering blubber. It hung heavily between her legs, sagging slightly closer to the ground each day. Each step she took sent ripples cascading through her plush midsection, the weight of her excess padding causing her to waddle with a certain ungainly charm.

Her legs had thickened into soft, squishy pillars, encased in layers of velvety fat that jiggled with every movement. Her ample rear rear bulged with round, doughy curves, each cheek wobbling independently. And her neck, once elegant and graceful, now sagged with multiple chins and rolls of neck fat that cascaded like a stack of pillows, swaying gently with every turn of her head.

But perhaps the most striking transformation was in Vixen's demeanor. Though her spirit remained as playful and endearing as ever, there was a newfound sense of contentment in her gaze. She had found her place within the petting zoo, a beloved icon whose very presence brought joy to all who crossed her path.

And so, as the snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the world in a pristine layer of white, Vixen nestled herself among the hay bales, her belly bulging with the remnants of her latest indulgence. Yet, despite her considerable girth, Vixen remained as enchanting to the guests as ever. With each lumbering step, her rolls of fat would jiggle and wobble in a mesmerizing dance, captivating the hearts of visitors all the more. And as she nestled contentedly among the hay, surrounded by the whispers of admirers, it was clear that Vixen's reign as the queen of Christmas had only just begun.

As the next Christmas season approached, Vixen’s mind was consumed by one thing and one thing alone, sweets.

Throughout the warmer months, Vixen had not only retained her winter weight but had surpassed it. Her belly, once a mere mound of softness, now cascaded toward the ground like a melting snowdrift, even pooling slightly against the floor beneath her as she stood. Her flanks bulged outwards with excess blubber, straining against the confines of her leather harness.

The owners of the petting zoo had long recognized that Vixen's absurdly round physique was the main reason for the popularity of their establishment. In a bid to maintain her fans interest year round, they had indulged her gluttonous appetite with a steady supply of Christmas cookies and other sweet treats, first supplementing and eventually replacing her regular diet with sugary festive delights. And as the Christmas season approached once more, the rate at which Vixen piled on the pounds only increased, once again fueled by the influx of offerings from her adoring fans.

With each passing day, the strain on Vixen's leather harness became more evident. Decked out with sleigh bells that jingled merrily with every ponderous step, the leather straps now groaned under the pressure of her girth. The employees had been gradually loosening the harness for some time, but now, the straps had been let out as far as they could possibly go, yet still, Vixen's bulging form threatened to burst free at any moment.

As Vixen lounged contentedly in her stall, surrounded by her adoring fans and a deluge of sugary treats, she was oblivious to the impending chaos about to unfold. The air was thick with the scent of pine and cinnamon, a heady mix that only served to heighten her sense of indulgence.

But then, with a sudden snap that reverberated through the barn like a crack of thunder, the inevitable happened. The middle leather strap of Vixen's harness, worn thin from the strain of containing her immense girth, finally surrendered to the pressure. With a resounding crack, the leather split apart, the loose ends whipping through the air like wayward tendrils and one shiny bell rocketing away from her rotund form.

In an instant, the release of pressure unleashed a tidal wave of motion. Vixen's once constrained blubber, now freed from its leather prison, surged outward in a symphony of wobbling flesh. Her sagging belly, no longer squeezed as tightly, quivered and shook with unrestrained abandon, each thick roll of fat rippling in a mesmerizing dance. Her thick, squishy legs jiggled madly, sending shockwaves through the hay-strewn floor. Even her round, bulging rear swayed back and forth like two wobbly pendulums, the globular masses of fat visible over the walls of her stall.

But it was the bells that adorned the remaining straps of Vixen's harness that truly stole the show. With the sudden release of tension, they erupted into a cacophony of ringing, their merry chimes reverberating through the barn. Each bell studded along the remaining straps, clanged and chimed in a chaotic symphony, the sound filling the air with a riotous melody.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Vixen's stall was engulfed in a whirlwind of motion and sound. And as she blinked in bewildered surprise, her eyes wide with astonishment, it was clear that this was a moment that would be remembered for Christmases to come. And then she took another bite of a cookie offered by one of the visitors, wondering how long until she would get a new harness.