That said, surely you remember how the fairy tale traditionally goes, and this version of the story is hardly an exception.
“In fact,” the wolf stroked his chin, “I think I might have some more right now!” So the Big Bad Wolf decided to take a shortcut to Granny Duncan’s, and formulated a clever plan.
Red felt her cock soften up as she walked along the path, thinking back to her experience with the Big Bad Wolf. She was still a bit randy from the experience, and still rather miffed about how short of an experience it was, but she reminded herself that she would be seeing him again tomorrow. Her balls still ached pretty badly though.
“Oh! There’s Granny’s cottage!” Red exclaimed, seeing the adorable little dollhouse in the middle of the woods, “Still don’t know why she insists on living out here in the middle of the woods. Besides that wolf, this place is crawling with unusual creatures, not to mention how out of the way her place is! And I’m rambling to myself again. Dang it, Red!” She walked up the path to the cottage and knocked on the door.
“Oh! Do come in!” a voice on the other side called. Funny... it didn’t sound quite like Granny. It was more like someone impersonating her. Then again, she was dealing with a cold. Red shrugged and let herself into the cottage, feeling her gargantuan Duncan hips scraping against the door frame. That’s when she saw an unusual sight laying in her Granny’s bed.
“Red Riding Hood! What a lovely surprise,” the person lying in the bed exclaimed. This, clearly, was certainly not her Granny. They were dressed up in her nightgown and cap, but quite painfully obviously her hips were practically nonexistent!
“Umm... Granny?” Red set her basket down on a table, “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re butt’s gone missing!”
“Oh, has it?” the person posing as Granny Duncan asked, “Well I am coming down with a cold after all, right?”
“Uh huh...” Red approached cautiously, “Though, I’m not sure a simple cold is capable of shrinking someone’s booty, no less a Duncan booty. Besides that... golly, what big eyes you have!”
“Oh all the better to see how big you’ve gotten, my dear!”
“Okay... sure... Man, what a big nose you have, too!”
“Why all the better to *sniff sniff* smell your delicious cake, my dear!”
“Uh huh... Lordy, what big ears you have!”
“All the better to hear all of these invasive observations you’re making, my dear.”
“Right, sorry... just one more? What big teeth you have.”
“All the better to eat you out with, my dear!” the stranger said, dropping the act. They leaped out of bed, shucking off the nightgown, revealing themselves to be the Big Bad Wolf!
“Eep! Wolf?! Again?!” Red shrieked, “What did you do with my Granny?!”
“Relax, she’s safe,” the wolf grinned, “Called in a favor with Papa Bear and had them take her to the hospital. She’ll be well taken care of.”
“Oh,” Red calmed down, “That’s nice of you. You really aren’t as bad as they say!”
“Well that’s not why they call me big and bad anyway!” the wolf declared, “Your cake was so good, I had to have another taste right away! Think you can provide?”