Head - Circlet

"Ugh. Very well." Velma muttered to the empty void around her, "If there's nothing to be done for it I will put it on. Might as well lose my mind while I'm trapped here." She was just so done with everything. A maddness induced by a coma, it had to be the only reason for all of this. Or the last moments of her mind which if true was... disheartening. But of the presented variables, this was the only she could interact with. And the only thing she COULD influence was where on her body it would go.

"Collar. Submission, control, loss of free will." Velma noted as she spun the object around her finger, "I'm not so ready to give that up. However if you ARE able to change shape or react to desires..., could you shift to a more... suitable state for someone like me?"

As she spun the collar, it began to thin out and it's radius widened out to form a rather large discus shape. Rather than a collar now it was a circlet for her head. Velma recalled the item being worn by mages, advisors, and other book smart people when it came to fiction but it was also for royalty and nobility. A rather drastic change from the collar. "I wonder what you're trying to say..., " Velma mused as she continued to spin it around before gripping it, "OH... very well. Let us proceed with the nonsense already." With that, Velma put it on.

....and nothing happened.

"Ah some joke. Hmm. I wonder if it would only work with the collar. Annoying and something I will not subject myself to." Velma muttered to herself.

Then she felt the jolt run through her body. Velma began to hear bones crack and reform as her nerves coursed with energy. A burning need ran through her figure from her head to her feet, settling in her stomach. Muscles she never bothered to work out were coming to life while others shortened in size. She felt the tips of her ears change, growing longer and pointed. The smallest of the gang, besides Scooby, her body trembled as she lost inch after inch. The **** and coursing energy causing her to shake and jiggle with each wave. Her thighs, already thick, grew larger and more toned to the point she could smother a man with them. Along with her ass inflating to a dump-truck status. Her sweater fought to contain her breasts as they heaved forward, stacking on size after size. Daphne's were bigger but that was only due to how firm she kept them, Velma's gave her a more doughy/plush figure but now Velma was pretty sure she was a size ahead. Velma cried out as the building pleasure focused on her lower body. Without thinking, she fought wriggle out of clothes, what little remained as her figure growth had shredded parts, and push her plain panties down. Exposed now, her pussy simmered with latent, low-level arousal that is soon to bloom from that burning desire sweeping her body. As Velma's fingers reached her cleft, the detective let out a long happy, contented sigh as she start to deal with the baser needs in her body.

The slightly damp entrance her fingers slid against quivers deliciously at the touch, the folds engorging as they fill with unspent desire, their flesh sensitive and achy. She slid a palm across the slowly-stiffening surface of her clitoral hood before it swells enough to become exposed. Velma's body gives a gentle shudder at that. "Mmm... yes.... yes.... I... want this..." Velma thought, not caring about anything but the burning need now.

Another hand found it's way to her chest, ripping off the straining bra. Velma pinched and tweaked her nipple, working it back and forth as her other hand toyed with her nethers, tugging it from time to time to shoot darts of pleasurable agony through her shrinking contorting form. Bulges on her back started to form, two around her shoulder blades and one near her tail bone. The trio pulsed with each beat of her heart. With one back-arching plunge, Velma worked a pair of fingers into her needy slit, thrusting again and again, so hard that the wet squelches of female bliss are distinctly audible in the void.

"Yesssssssssssss..." she moaned, loud and low but inexorably rising higher with each touch and caress. Each thrust in time with another tremble that shrank her body smaller. Arching her ample hips, Velma humped against her hand hand, grinding against it as hard as she could. Some fingers squeezing inside while others tend to her clit; even a woman like Velma could get to the point she was practically on autopilot at this point. So enthralled Velma was in her task she didn't notice the sound of bones moving, along the upper side of her skull. A high pitched, keening whine escapes her plump lips as she climbed towards the peak of pleasure, while at the same time her pale skin was being coated by another color.

Eventually it came to an end all at once. An explosion of ecstasy strong enough to make Velma's eyes roll back and body shifted to full instinct: fingers thrusting, ample hips lurching, legs quivering. Velma's voice turned into a lurid cry as a long bladed tail and wings burst from her back. At the same time two curved horns burst from her hair, in the same angle of her ears. Drool from her lolling tongue dripped down to her hand-overflowing breasts, warm on heaving tinted skin as with one last shudder, a supernova-hot explosion of bliss rolled up from from her crotch to Velma's brain. Like a thunderbolt charged with concentrated pleasure, Velma's thoughts went empty as her eyes rolled back into her head before everything went black.

Velma stirred, wondering what time it was. And where she was more importantly, as she was no longer in a void. Instead she found herself in a bed room, circular in design. She was resting on a large bed covered with blankets and pillows. A small wardrobe was resting against the wall next to a wide mirror. The walls and floor were a barren brown, possibly oak. A small nightstand rested next to the bed, complete with a small lamp and her glasses.

"Just a dream... guess someone kidnapped me..., great I'm turning into Daphne." Velma muttered as she rubbed her eyes and reached for her glasses..... WAIT. She slipped her glasses on, then off, then on then off; rapidly flipping from worn or not. She could see... WHY could she see? Normally without her glasses she'd only see a foggy mess but she could make out everything in the room and yet with her glasses on there wasn't a difference. It felt more comforting while she hand them on though. Thinking she was still dreaming, Velma rubbed her eyes again with her amber hands.... hold up. She glanced at her hands noticing she wasn't the pale Caucasian she had been. "....Mirror... I need the mirror!!!" Velma thought as she fought to untangle herself from the bed. There in front of the reflective surface, she saw it all.

Nude as the day she was born, Velma was no where near the same as she was then. Her skin was a bright amber and her figure was far more filled out. Her breast were possibly DD size while her hips and butt could only be described as 'fertile'. She'd transcended from plush to 'toned thick' as her stomach was flat and her limbs weren't noodley any more. She wasn't ripped though, just no longer the book worm look. But besides the skin and size increase was the height decrease. Before she had been the shortest, at about 4'9" to the point Scooby was taller if he stood on his hind legs. Now she was short, possibly only three feet tall. Maybe even shorter. Her feet were changed too at some point, becoming 3 large toes and the back of her foot was a little bigger to compensate; large talons Two rather large bat wings were folded behind her back, and a tail dangled between her legs. A pair of horns burst through her short hair.

And in the middle of her forehead, was the Circlet she had put on, shining gold through her chestnut bangs.

Velma quickly pinched herself, only to find she wasn't dreaming. Or at was the most real coma induced mental break she'd ever heard about. "....breathed Velma. This is just... another trick of some kind." she muttered as she looked her reflection. She did have to admit she looked.... cute and or alluring. It was hard to say just something exotic about her look now. She also felt great, the pains and stiffness she sometimes had from being a bookworm weren't there. Maybe this wouldn't be so ba.....

"The hell am I thinking? I look like some porno verison of an imp crossed with a goblin or something..., agh." Velma muttered as she looked around the room some more.

Besides the bed and bookcase the only other things around were a large tome on a wooden stand, looking quite like the book that had 'eaten' her(A shiver ran down her back at that memory) and a door. Now that she looked at it all, everything here was sized for her new body so it wouldn't be a problem to inspect or move about. She did try tugging the circlet off but it wasn't budging. So new experiment, new variables, new clues; Wardrobe, Book, Door, Bed. The sleuth started putting the pieces together in her mind.