She is turned on by his demands

Velma couldn't help but feel a strange thrill at his words. Despite her fear, she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from his monstrous form. The muscles of his chest rippled with power, and his new, sharp teeth glinted in the candlelight. His furless skin was rough and scaly, a stark contrast to the soft, velvety fur she had known him to have. Yet, there was something undeniably alluring about the sheer size and power he now exuded.

Scrappy's massive cock grew even larger, pointing at her like a weapon of conquest. The thought of being taken by such a creature was terrifying, but also...exciting. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she couldn't deny the heat that pooled between her legs at the sight of him. Her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening and poking through the fabric of her turtleneck, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

Velma took a tentative step back, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "No, Scrappy," she whispered, her voice shaking. "This isn't right." But even as she spoke, she found herself drawn to him, her eyes locked on his thick, pulsing member. It was a symbol of his power, his newfound strength, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be filled by it.

"You'll come around, Velma," he said confidently, his cock twitching with each word. "You'll all come around." His eyes grew darker, the pupils dilating as he took another step closer to her. The air in the cavern grew thick with lust and desire, a palpable **** that seemed to coil around them like a living entity.

Velma's legs trembled, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and submission. She knew she should be repulsed by the creature before her, but there was something primal, something irresistible about his dominance. She felt her resolve slipping away with every passing moment.

"You don't have a choice, Velma," Scrappy said, his voice now a low, guttural growl. "You're going to be the mother of my legion." His massive hand shot out, gripping her by the neck and lifting her into the air. Her body was dwarfed by his new form, her legs kicking in midair as she struggled to break free. He brought his face close to hers, his hot breath smelling faintly of sulfur. "You're going to bear my pups," he whispered, his tongue flicking out to trace the line of her jaw, sending a shiver down her spine.