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Spooky Big- Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-08-31 22:05:24 +0000 UTCBernard is ready to dominate the convention, becoming the biggest monster dad around- enjoy!
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Bernard shifted his weight a bit nervously as he squeezed himself back inside the house, his heaving chest preceding the rest of his body by several inches and his bloated, thickly roped arms and broad shoulders pinching at the sides of the door. The werewolf had found a concoction that could turn him monstrously huge, just in time to show up an old high school rival, but he had no idea how Wilhamena would react…
"Hey, uh, Willy? Babe? Uh… Don't get mad, but something… happened." He called out.
"Aw, what's wrong hon?" the vampire called from the kitchen, moving to meet her husband. "I'm sure it's nothing so bad it— woah."
Bernard smiled crookedly as he spread his swollen, muscle-laden arms, his enormous pecs bouncing and tearing at the remains of his shirt as he took in a deep breath. "Uh… surprise!"
There was a look in Wilhamena's eyes that Bernard hadn't seen for quite a while, the vampire moving at a shocking speed to attach herself to the werewolf's heaving flank. "Oh, baby, I don't know what you did but I am liking it."
"Ah-ha, well…" he grinned sheepishly. "I did it for the convention, admittedly."
Wilhamena tutted. She needed to float up to his face to tap his nose. "What did I tell you about worrying? You were already my big bad wolf."
"...Do you want me to try and undo it?"
Wilhamena's grip tightened on his tattered shirt. "Don't you dare."
Bernard grinned a bit, leaning down to kiss his vampire wife, while she wrapped her arms as far as they would go around his heaving flanks, her talon-like nails digging into the burls of his back. "Well, I could never say no to you, sweetheart."
The following night, Bernard left for the convention, ready to show what the most monstrous dad looked like. He was turning heads as people spotted the hulking werewolf stalking through the gloomy halls of the haunted hotel the monster convention was being held in; he was easily the biggest one in the crowd— until he heard a familiar voice and a strong, clawed hand clamp down on him.
"Little Berny Mettle, is that you?"
Bernard turned around, wearing a strained smile as he came face to face with Larry Talbot, voted Most Likely To Maul amongst all the werewolves of their graduating class. Bernard's eyes bulged— even after taking his own growth concoction into account, he was only just as big as Larry Talbot— he really had been born lucky. The two faced each other, their jutting, beefy chests nearly colliding into each other. Talbot arched his brow in surprise. "Well, glad to see you filled out since high school, Berny."
"Hah, well… I always told you I'd be the bigger werewolf one day," Bernard replied, his smile still straining thin.
"Eh…" Larry puffed up his chest enough to bump into Bernard, rolling his mountainous shoulders. "I'm pretty sure I've got a couple pounds on you, still— I gotta build up my strength to keep up with my kids!"
Bernard felt his eye twitch. "Hah, well, I find I'm strong enough already to keep up with my kids."
Larry smiled back tightly. "Ah, well, some people have all the like, eh Mettle?" He ruffled Bernard's hair. "Don't worry about the panel, though— I'm locked in all the way for it."
Bernard growled as the other werewolf ruffled his hair. "We'll see about that…" he muttered as moved towards the backdoor for the panel. He had tucked away another bit of the concoction, and if he wasn't going to use it to show up his old high school rival, then what was it even for?
He waited for when his name was called out for the panel, standing alongside Larry and Dracula, and Bernard downed the concoction, bracing for the change. In mere moments, a familiar, if intense sensation rocked his body. His body began to ripple and surge. In shuddering waves, his muscles began to tighten and expand like overfilled balloons. He huffed as his chest expanded like the tide rolling in, his arms and legs inflated, and his back flared out. With a toothy grin, Bernard grit his teeth as the last burst of energy hit him, strength burgeoning in every part of his engorged body, every bit of him titanic in size, and in sheer mass and scale, finally bigger than Larry without a doubt. One of the most impressive parts of his new, titanic body was the
sprawling canyon that were his pectorals, pushing past his muzzle by feet rather than inches.
Huffing and smiling, Bernard flexed his engorged arms, biceps the size of boulders surging higher than his head and pointed ears. He made sure Larry's eyes were locked on him as he pumped his massive biceps once more, letting out a commanding howl that echoed throughout the hall. His heavy, lumbering steps thundered throughout the panel as thighs thicker than truck tires rippled before he settled next to Larry, pressing his mountain ridge-like shoulders and mammoth arms against the now smaller werewolf, his hefty triceps and titanic biceps together thicker than Larry's waist.
"Alright!" Bernard huffed, glancing down at Larry and winking down at the smaller monster. "Welcome to the panel for monster dads. I'm Bernard Mettle— and I think, unless anyone has any objections, I can start the panel here…" He glanced down with a toothy smirk to all the other panelists; he dwarfed Larry entirely, never mind the vampire and swamp monster seated on his other side. No one dared contradict the beastly mass of brawny muscle now taking up two thirds of the long panelists' table and crowding out all the others. "Nice. Anyways…"
Bernard huffed, bouncing his canyon-like pecs before he flexed again, engorged arms digging into his heaving chest until his chest jutted far past his muzzle and rose up, bouncing against his chin. "Let's start talking about what makes the strongest monster dads, and how you can get there too."
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Nate the Bulldawg
A mountainous werewolf daddy so big he defies admiration
MuscleDragonWolf18
The hot werewolf dad just became hotter. Thank Cob!
