Bigger Bad Wolf- Part 4 (Patreon)

Spring Break is here, and Mr. Badwolf is ready to be crowned King of the Beach- enjoy!

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Mirror Beach was the destination of choice for Spring Break at Ever After High for both students and staff alike. It was a beautiful, sprawling paradise with enough room for the students to do as they pleased, and the staff to be far enough away they could pretend they didn't see what their students got up to. There was a sense of anticipation this year, however; the main attraction had yet to arrive.

Several of the women— and a surprising amount of the men— on staff were lined up on a series of lounge chairs that they were certain was going to give them the best view for the upcoming show. The White Queen snapped her mirrorphone shut; she had placed Baba Yaga at the parking lot as a scout.

"A big red pickup truck just pulled up."

"Ooh." The fairy queen used a touch of her magic to subtly augment her appearance. "It's showtime, girls."
That was when Barron hit the scene. Putting the "Big" back in Big Bad Wolf, Barron drew in every set of eyes at the beach as he lumbered forward. The musclebound hunk of a wolf had embraced his jaw-dropping size and the awesome strength it implied, owning it entirely as he strutted across the beach.

His enormous back outclassed all but the largest sand dunes, his chest surged outward like a clefted mountain, wedging his chin as his neck was buried in his enormous shoulders and his beachball-sized biceps pressed in against his pecs. His earth-shaking legs, now so densely packed with muscle they were wider around than they were long, rippling thighs surging with each step. 

"Hey, ladies," he rumbled with a wink to his assorted co-workers— but he really only had eyes for one. Red was waiting for him beside a towel somehow big enough to cover him, where he draped that enormous cannon of an arm around her.

"Is everyone looking?" Red asked, giggling softly as she rested her head against Barron's pumped bicep.

"Yeah… and if they have a problem about it," he flexed his other arm, his bicep surging so large it looked fit to eclipse the sun. "I've got a complaints department right here for 'em." He said, before leaning down to tenderly kiss Red.