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"Da-da-da-da-da-da!" Scrappy exclaimed, his high-pitched voice echoing through the cavern. "Puppy power!" Just as he finished his declaration, a jolt of electricity surged through his body, sending him sprawling to the ground. Velma, the ever-curious and skeptical member of the gang, watched from the shadows with a raised eyebrow. She had followed him, intrigued by his sudden obsession with the occult.

As she approached, his body began to convulse and distort. "You think you're so smart, don't you, Velma?" he cackled, the sound of his voice deepening and growing more sinister as his fur receded, revealing the rough brownish-red skin beneath. "But I've outsmarted you all!" His eyes rolled back in his head, and his body grew at an alarming rate, muscles bulging and popping out as if straining against an invisible ****. The Daemon Ritus pulsed with a malevolent energy, and she could see it begin to change him, reshaping him into something monstrous.

"Scrappy-Doo, what have you done?" Velma gasped, her voice trembling slightly as she took in the sight before her. She had always found him annoying, but now, she felt something else entirely—fear mixed with a strange fascination.

"Witness, Velma," Scrappy's voice grew deeper and more resonant with each word, his body swelling with power. "Witness the birth of a new era!" He threw back his head and howled with laughter, the sound echoing off the cavern walls. The Daemon Ritus pulsed in rhythm with his deepening chuckles, casting an eerie red glow across his distorting body. His limbs elongated, muscles bulging like boulders.

Velma's eyes widened as she saw Scrappy's transformation inch closer to completion. His fur had receded completely, revealing his new, rough, almost scaly skin. His ears grew pointed and moved higher on his head, his teeth grew sharp and menacing. His eyes, once small and innocent, grew large and predatory, the pupils dilating as if hungry for something more than just fear.

"Scrappy-Dappy-Doo?" she murmured, trying to reconcile the creature before her with the pesky puppy she had once known. He looked down at her with a grin, his eyebrows rigid with excitement as his body continued to shift and expand. The cavern trembled with each of his heavy breaths, and she could see his newfound strength rippling through his muscles. His cock grew thick and long, hanging heavily between his legs, and his balls swelled to the size of cantaloupes.

"That's right, Velma," he said, his voice a deep, menacing purr. "Now, I'm more than just a nuisance. Now, I'm a **** to be reckoned with." He took a step toward her, his massive paws leaving deep imprints in the cavern floor. "And you're here to see it all."

Velma took a step back, her heart racing. She had never felt so small, so insignificant in the face of something so powerful and terrifying. "What do you want from me, Scrappy?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.