Bigger Bad Wolf- Part 3 (Patreon)

Barron gets the sort of body that can't help but feed the ego, and is setting his sights on one last huge goal to be the biggest of them all. Enjoy!

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Barron had been big, and he had been powerful, but he had never reached the raw strength and power he felt billowing up inside him now, not even in his heyday. When Barron caught sight of his frame— at least, in a mirror wide enough to capture his full physique— he couldn't help but smile. He was like a walking tank of rock-hard muscle these days, an absolute beast that no one could rival. Every part of his body was girded with rippling brawn. His immense core, burgeoned by heaving flanks, propped up swollen arms like cannons and topped by a chest that could smother anyone that crossed him— if he so wished it.

The wolf had started on this course in part of wounded pride and to push back the ravages of time, the fear of being a washed-up former villain weighing heavily on him. The maxim went that those that couldn't, teach— but he felt he could take on any fairy tale hero in their prime… perhaps he could even take on someone as powerful as the Evil Queen. Uncertainty still loomed heavy over the realm, and maybe he could use all this burgeoning power to make things a little more to his liking… at this point, would anyone dare question him if he came out as Red's husband, and actually acknowledge his own daughter?

Maybe… he could probably do even better than that, if he pushed himself further. He could certainly count on his growing number of fans— Barron offered a toothy smile, flexing a bicep as large as an ogre's gut, the peak rising up past his own head, and snapped a picture for his Enchantagram account. His daughter had, begrudgingly, helped set it up for him, and people there seemed hungry for more of him… funnily enough, Barron felt the exact same way.