Wilford's Valentine Woes -Part 2

Wilford is bulking up to keep Minerva's eye from wandering- but he's starting to like what he sees, too. Enjoy!

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"Dearest Valentine, your looks are simply divine. Your current arm candy is passing fine, but maybe you can try some of mine?"

The Valentines kept coming, now almost every day, and the big day was still a week away. The gall of it all! Wilford was finding more and more of them, stuffed in odd places- Minerva was hiding them, now, she had to be. Why she would hide them in his closet or his gym bag was a little short-sighted of her, but the werewolf chalked it up to her feeling guilty. That, or maybe she was trying to subtly hint that he should do something about these unwelcome suitors? Well, that he could do- he was too much of a gentleman to ask her about this upfront, but he could pick up on hints. He had upped his workout routine considerably, to serve as a mighty wall between Minerva and unwanted suitors, and the results were nothing less than impressive.

In his werewolf form, Wilford was a certified stud- tall, muscular, athletic- like a masterful Greek sculpture come to life. Now, he was pushing himself to new limits, shaping himself into a different kind of masterpiece. His body rippled as he hefted up enough weight to crush a small car, springy legs now packed with dense, trunk-like muscle, his full, luscious glutes filling out his tight shorts. His tightly packed abs were framed by strong obliques and a thick adonis belt, out of which wing-like lats sprouted out, pushing against his arms. His chest surged, two shield-sized pecs pressed against one another, inflating with each breath. The barbell rested across sprawling shoulders and a pillar-like neck, unadorned- his last bowtie had burst off during his last workout. The wolf's arms were thickly corded with powerful muscle, ham-sized forearms mashed against biceps ready to eclipse his head. Once people saw the new Wilford prowling around at night, an arm wrapped around his girlfriend that weighed more than she did, he'd be turning more heads than Minerva for once- and hopefully blocking her from any more unrequited Valentines. He did pause to think about what would happen during the day- and then he frowned, trying to remember how his "normal" form even looked. Was all this exercising having an effect on it? The werewolf frowned and shook his head- that wasn't important right now, he still had another set to wrap up.