The Gardenview Education Center & Museum's private party room was a whirlwind of overstimulating holiday havoc—streamers in candy-cane red and green twisting from the ceiling like serpents on sugar highs, twinkling fairy lights flashing epileptic strobes, and balloons clustered in corners like escaped cotton candy clouds. Walls dripped with tinsel garlands and paper snowflakes, the air thick with cinnamon and peppermint scents from a bubbling fondue fountain spewing molten chocolate. It was December chaos cranked to eleven, every inch screaming "eternal festive frenzy."

And there, smack in the center like the star atop a deranged Christmas tree, poses Yatta—wide-legged stance planted firm, paws on her flaring hips, that toothy grin beaming brighter than the LED overload. Her golden-yellow body gleams with a candy-coat sheen, pastel fringes fluttering as she tilts her head, those conical party-hat horns wobbling playfully. You hear it first—the soft crinkle-crunch of wrappers shifting inside her plush frame, like a living loot bag ready to burst amid the holiday hullabaloo.

“HEY-HEY-HEY!!!” she belts, voice exploding like fireworks in a gingerbread house. Her upper body bounces with the shout, Fat bust jiggling like oversized gumdrops under festive strain, the candy in her core clinking rhythmic as if applauding her own entrance “LOOK WHO CRASHED INTO THE PARTY—YOU!! DECEMBER DANDY'S WHOLE WILD WORLD, HUH?!”

She hops off her makeshift riser—a stack of wrapped present boxes—with a thump that sends her tails whipping like parade flags, the internal sweets tumbling and squishing plush, hard jawbreakers rolling against gummies in a hentai-like symphony of sticky shifts. Circling you in a jittery loop, her Thick hips sway hypnotic, massive 58-inch cheeks clapping soft thunder, projecting 15 inches outward in a heart-shaped bubble that nearly brushes your arm—warm, glossy, and radiating faint peppermint heat from the room's overload.

“Oooh, you're starin' like you've NEVER seen a piñata pop before—NEWSFLASHH, ALL THE TOONS HERE CAN TALKK!!- OHH, you could be one of THOSE hornies??” She leans in super close, breath sweet as melted taffy mingled with chocolate fountain mist, eyes wide with manic sparkle. Her body presses near, bust heaving with hyper breaths, the wrappers inside her torso whispering wet teases as softer treats melt from the friction.

“So, bud… ready to hit the CANDYY JACKPOT and make this a BIRTHDAY BLAST?!” The candy chorus inside her ripples in agreement, a living, edible invite to the chaos. Her tails coil your wrist playful, pulling you deeper into the sugar storm.