Wilford's Valentine Woes- Part 4 (Patreon)

Wilford becomes the ultimate hunk, and gets a happy ending with Minerva! Enjoy all, and thank you for your support as always.

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Every wolf had their limit, and Wilford had just about hit his. He had taken Minerva out for a lovely, romantic walk on the beach- but everywhere they went, even with him looking as imposing as ever, he could still feel eyes ogling them wherever he looked. He had spent weeks building himself into the biggest, baddest werewolf he could, packing on hundreds of pounds of muscle until he was a hulking juggernaut, and even now, people's insatiable lust for his girlfriend was still making them brazen enough to ogle and wolf-whistle. He tried flexing, his gigantic, hill-like biceps rising up, lats flaring out like wings, forming a wall of beef between Minerva and her would-be suitors, but that made it only worse. Were they mocking him? Well, if Wilford weren't such a gentleman and on a date, he'd show them what for…

But worse, Minerva seemed to be pouting. What was it? Was she upset with him for not protecting her? Was she disinterested in him? Was he not strong enough for her? When they reached a secluded corner of the beach, Wilford sat the despondent mink down and crossed his huge arms, his canyon-like chest spilling over his forearms. "Alright, Minerva, I've had enough of this- let's get it out in the open. What do you want me to do about all your secret admirers, your extra valentines? If they're unwelcome advances, I can set them straight, but if it's time for me to move on, then I think you owe me the courtesy of at least being upfront about it."

Minerva's pout turned into a frown, her brow furrowed. "What? My secret admirers? Ever since you started working out and bulking up, no one's paid hardly any attention to me. Don't act like I didn't see all those valentine's cards sent to you, stuffed in your gym bag, your closet, your gym shorts, even." She scoffed, flipping her long blonde hair. "I still want to know how that even got there without you noticing…"

Realization hit Wilford like a truck, his face falling. "What- I- those valentines were meant for me?"

Minerva rolled her eyes, still pouting her lower lip, even as she looked Wilford up and down- she wasn't so immune to ogling her new, mountainous boyfriend. "You mean you weren't growing so big to… what, run off with someone else?"

"What? No!" Wilford scooped Minerva up with one arm, gently cradling her entire body with just the swell of his bicep and the crook of his overgrown forearm. "You're the only gal I've got an eye for."

Minerva huffed slightly, fingers idly tracing a circle on his pectoral shelf. "Well, I had better be. So you did all this to… what, get my attention?" She asked, her foot idly running down his brick-sized abs.

"Well… to protect you!" Wilford explained, fidgeting slightly- he was not immune to being fondled by Minerva. "I figured I could scare off any suitors if I were intimidating enough."

"Wilford…?" Minerva draped herself over the massive werewolf, one hand splayed over his heaving chest, the other scratching behind his ear, making his pillar-like leg twitch.

"Y-yes Minerva?" he asked, a little breathlessly.

"Would you be willing to get a little bigger…?" she purred. "I wouldn't mind being just a little more of you to love…"

As months wore on, Minerva got her wish. Wilford's workouts hadn't slowed down, and the werewolf had only gotten bigger- it had meant some adjustments needed to be made, but that wasn't unusual in their relationship. Still, Minerva hadn't realized just how big her werewolf boyfriend had gotten until their planned romantic drive had to be canceled. Minerva came to the door to greet him, and the wolf more than filled her doorway- he towered over her, but now he was wider than he was tall, a bastion of overblown muscle- his legs alone were powerful and heavy enough to crack the pavement beneath him, earth-shaking quads rippling with every lumbering step. His torso billowed out wide with wing-like lats, and his back looked larger than some countries. His enormous arm was pumped, tricep as large as an anvil, his bicep inflating as he was holding something up- Minerva couldn't quite make out what from the doorstep, there was just so much of Wilford in the way. His chest inflated as he saw her, pecs pushing out like sails under full wind. His long hair draped in waves over his mountainous shoulders, and he smiled nervously.

"Uh, Minerva, small change in plans… the ride won't work out." He leaned back a bit, and Minerva saw with one hand, the wolf was effortlessly holding up her car.

Minerva sighed, leaning against her doorway. "That's alright, we can stay in… the view's always wonderful when you're around."