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Karen's eyes slowly opened and glanced at the top of a rather broken down van. Her eyes then shot open and she sat up and noticed a man in green and a woman in orange in the back of the van with her, though those two watched the road with two other people at the front of the van. Karen then looked down at herself, and let out a light gasp. With the exception of a single collar, she was completely and totally nude. She glanced back at the people, and then back down at herself. It looked like the people hadn't noticed she woke up yet, but she had no idea where she was. At the same time, this van looked very familiar, it was even very cartoonish in style, just like those people, but not so much like her, it made her feel like she was the only living thing in an otherwise cartoon world.

Karen was about average build, and about 5'6. Her B cup tits out and exposed, and yet she wasn't restrained or anything. She glanced back at the van doors behind her and noticed the doors shake with each bump the van made. She glanced back at the people in front of the van, and she could tell these people looked just like those out of the world of Scooby-Doo. She could only make out Shaggy and Velma, but she could see the blonde hair in the driver's seat. "This must be a crazy dream." She muttered. She fell asleep watching a Scooby-Doo marathon, and she guessed this was her punishment, that she'd have a dream about it. This dream felt incredibly lifelike though. She could feel the cold metal of the truck on her bare ass, and the scent of what smelled like a drug in the back of the van, a very infamous drug, especially when it came to 'hippies' as the Scooby-Doo gang could have been referred to. It would easily explain why Shaggy and Scooby were always hungry.

Yet, despite being in this van, she noticed there was one thing missing. Where was Scooby? He was one of the most famous in the gang, heck, it was named after him, and instead it was just her and nudity. She hoped the gang was nice to her, and she decided to speak up. "Uh...excuse me? Where are we going?"

Shaggy turned with a small frown on his face. "Like, we're going to this mansion where there's this scary ghost causing a rampage." He sounded just like the Shaggy from the cartoons, and based on his very thin appearance, his short brown hair, his stubby beard and trademark shirt, he looked just like him, too.

"It's probably just another guy in a costume. It always is. Let's just find the ghost, capture him, and call it a day." The woman in a long sleeve sweatshirt with a turtle neck replied. She was a bit on the short side, but one could easily identify her as Velma.

"Hey, there were times when it actually was a real ghost." Fred commented as he drove the car. "Maybe this is one of those cases."

"Doubt it." Daphne replied with a scoff. "It's a single ghost and I bet Velma already figured out why the guy is pretending to be a ghost to haunt the place, haven't you?"

"Money, they always do it for money." Velma replied with a longing sigh. "Maybe there's a secret stash of money in the mansion and they're trying to find it or something, a shot in the dark, but an educated guess since it's quite a fancy mansion."

Karen couldn't believe the gang. They talked like the gang she knew from the cartoon, they looked like the gang she knew from the cartoon, but there was still one question left on her mind, one question that nagged her in the back of her head. "Where's Scooby?"

"Are you alright?" Shaggy walked to the back of the van and took a seat on the opposite side, right in front of Karen. "You ARE Scooby, Scoob."

Karen blinked multiple times at Shaggy when she heard that. She...was Scooby? She looked down at herself. She looked at her hands, her feet, and her chest. "What?" she looked back to Shaggy with a confused look in her eyes. She didn't look anything like Scooby, how did Shaggy really think she was a dog? A male dog no less?

"Aw it's alright Scoob, you're probably just hungry after that nap. Here." Shaggy reached behind him and pulled out a foot long sandwich. It had lettuce, turkey, cheese, tomato, ham, almost every topping one could put on a sandwich, and then some. It measured almost as tall as Karen's head, and definitely wider. "Have a little snack."

Karen stared at the sandwich momentarily. The sandwich looked so big that there was no way Shaggy carried that around in his pocket, yet here he clearly had the sandwich somehow, because it was right in front of him. It just told her even more so that this was some kind of strange dream she was in, but as she took the sandwich, she couldn't help but feel the soft bread, and smell the aroma that came from the sandwich and all of the foods on it. "I wouldn't call it small." She said quietly as she opened her mouth and took a bite. She wasn't exactly a cartoon character, despite the sandwich being so huge, she could only really take a bite of the bread, and some of the meat.

Shaggy walked over to Karen with a grimace and felt her forehead. "You must be really out of it if you didn't eat that whole thing in one bite Scoob." Maybe you should stay in the van tonight."

"He's just afraid." Velma turned around to Shaggy with a smile. "Just relax Scooby, just keep telling yourself it's a guy in a mask."

The mansion was soon in sight from the van. While getting to the mansion required a short drive through the forest and around a lake, the mansion itself sat right in front of a large cliff that surrounded it from the other three sides. The size measured a good three stories tall and stretched as long as at least three normal houses. The mansion was painted pristine white and had a decent sized lawn, but unfortunately it was night and very cloudy, combine that with a sudden lightning flash, and the scene went from serene, to frightening.

"And maybe I'll stay in the van with him!" Shaggy added as he suddenly hugged Karen with a frightened look towards that mansion.

Karen was still in total disbelief. She dropped the sandwich when Shaggy hugged her, and stared at him with wide eyes. She could feel his rarely shaven face on her cheek, and she could smell a familiar...drug smell from him. At the same time, when she was being held by him, she just felt...hungrier than usual. She glanced at the sandwich, and then at Shaggy. "I ah...er...it's fine..." If this was a dream, she might as well take full on advantage of it and explore a spooky mansion. She heard her stomach rumble and when she pushed herself away from Shaggy, she went back to that sandwich. She wasn't sure what hit her, but she was just really hungry so suddenly.

The van drove up along the dirt road, the same road converted into a stone road once they got past the open gates of the mansion and pulled up to the front doors. Fred was the first to step out of the mystery machine, and he pulled out a key. "Let's go gang. Let's see what this masked villain is all about, and don't be afraid if you see him."

One by one, the Scooby-Doo members stepped out of the van. Karen was of course, the last to step out. The sandwich she held in her hands moments ago was now gone, and her belly stuck out a bit more than before. Part of her had to wonder where that sandwich went. She knew she had a giant sandwich in her hands moments ago, but now she had nothing but a stomach that was bloated, and she still felt hungry. She mentally asked herself if she ate the sandwich, and if she did, why she couldn't remember doing so. It was as if the world itself just cut away from her for a brief moment to focus on the mansion and van.

As Fred and Daphne went inside the mansion, Velma turned to Shaggy and Karen. "Just stay by me and we'll get through this you guys. Do you two need a Scooby snack before we go inside?" She asked as she pulled out an orange box with Scooby's face on it.

Shaggy was still worried about Karen, but the thought of a Scooby snack definitely made his mouth water. "Hey, yeah, that just might be the thing for you Scoob." He grinned at Karen before he turned back to Velma.

Velma casually tossed the Scooby snacks at Shaggy and Karen. Shaggy wasted little time, he caught it in his mouth and ate it happily, while Karen caught it with her hands.

Karen stared down at the Scooby snack with a raised brow. She always questioned why Shaggy liked food that was basically the equivalent of a dog biscuit. She smelled it out of curiosity, and it didn't smell too bad, it smelled a bit like a cookie. Of course, Karen kept thinking she was in a dream, so with a casual shrug, she ate it and imagined that it tasted good, as if to influence the direction of the taste. Whether it was because of her mind telling her it should be good, or something else entirely, the Scooby snack tasted wonderful. It had the texture of a cookie with its crunchiness, and it tasted sugary, with just a hint of cinnamon. Karen swallowed the cookie, and she felt a rush of vigor and energy, as if she could take on the world then and there. She also felt something else, and let out a belch that had a pitch deeper than her pitch. She blushed lightly at such a crass display, but smiled at Velma. "Rokay, ready to go." Karen said in an accent almost like Scooby's. She paused for a moment after she realized what she said, and cleared her throat. "I mean, let's go."

"You don't have to repeat yourself." Velma chuckled at Karen. With Shaggy, the three went into the mansion a few minutes after Fred and Daphne.

The interior of the mansion was quite dark. Not a single light was lit, and the clouds and stars were hidden which prevented any light from shining through the windows. Yet for some odd reason, they could see everything just fine in the darkness. The foyer they walked into had a large red carpet that went up a wide flight of stairs. The stairs led up to a set of double doors, and paths to the left and right that circled around like a balcony. The paths led back directly above them, and then to a third set of stairs, although it was impossible to see what was beyond that, as it looked like there was a ceiling between them, and the third floor. To the left was a wide living room, although it lacked a television, there was an oversized radio that was the size of a television. To the right led to the kitchen, with a few doors next to the staircase. The design looked like an old fashioned mansion, almost one from the Victorian era.

"So, where should we go first, boys?" Velma asked. "I believe Fred and Daphne went to the left, so that leaves the right. Based on what we know, there's a study over there, there's the bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs..."

"Like, you know where we're going first. Come on Scoob." Shaggy wasted little time, and walked off right into the open archway that went into the kitchen.

Karen watched Shaggy momentarily before she followed. She didn't want to be in this mansion by herself. Sure, it felt like a Scooby-Doo cartoon in design, but that didn't mean it wasn't scary to be by herself. She walked into the kitchen and watched Shaggy explore the cupboards, underneath the sink, various places all in the name of food. Her stomach rumbled as she watched Shaggy, and while she hated to admit it even after she had that sandwich, she was hungry again herself. "They do more than eat all the time you know, brain." She muttered, as if she tried to convince herself that the pair did other things, and hoped these other things would happen.

"Didn't you just eat a huge sandwich Scooby?" Velma asked with a raised brow. Of course she went into the kitchen with the two, but she wasn't quite so eager to help look for food.

"Yeah, but that was just a pre-snack snack. Now it's time for the snack, and if there's enough food, the post-snack snack." Shaggy replied with a light laugh. He opened a door in the kitchen, and his mouth watered. "I found the pantry! Let's eat!"

"Well, that didn't work." Karen said to herself. She followed Shaggy to the pantry and stepped inside of it. The inside of the pantry was as big as her bedroom, with food lining up the shelves, and Shaggy helped himself to all sorts of food on yet another sandwich, but this one was twice as tall as the sandwich Karen had, yet Shaggy carried it just fine. Karen's nose picked up the scents of those various foods, and her stomach rumbled again. As she smelled the scents of those various foods, the scents intensified as her nose blackened and rounded. It was a bit difficult for her to see, but if she crossed her eyes, she would have seen it. For the time being, she wasn't quite able to notice it. With a grimace on her face, and the smells that just made her so overwhelmingly hungry, she made herself a sandwich in the pantry too. "Just a small one." She told herself.

Both Shaggy and Karen left the pantry with sandwiches of equal size. They both set it down on the island counter, and both licked their lips simultaneously. Not even Karen could explain what came over her when she acted just like Shaggy.

Shaggy opened his mouth up wide and took a large bite, while Karen took a smaller bite. Velma stood at the kitchen entrance, and rolled her eyes. "Oh brother." Then again, it was to be expected from the duo.

As Karen took a bite of her sandwich and continued to eat, she felt a tingling sensation inside of her mouth. Her tongue reached around and rubbed her teeth, and she felt her teeth were much sharper, as if they belonged to a canine. Even Karen's tongue was flat and large like a dog's. She couldn't help but let out a belch as she ate, and her stomach fattened up again, as if she had gained a good 20 pounds just by sitting there and eating. Her weight distributed almost evenly, but more in her gut and ass than anything. With a blush, she couldn't help but giggle, and it sounded quite a bit like Scooby's laugh. She couldn't quite explain why she did that, or why she felt so strange, but the sensations made her body feel good on the inside.

"Hey, pass the ketchup Scoob." Shaggy asked with a smile. He closed his eyes and held the sandwich in both hands briefly before he reached out and he was handed the ketchup. "Thanks." He said before he took another bite of the sandwich.

Before Shaggy put the ketchup on the sandwich, Karen heard his request, and she was about to hand him the ketchup, but she wasn't able to. "I didn't pass the ketchup." She said in a rough voice. It felt like her ears perked a bit with confusion. While her ears were still on the sides of her head, they were slowly migrating to the top.

"But if you didn't..." Shaggy's eyes slowly widened. He turned around between Karen and himself, and there it was, a full-fledged ghost.

The ghost glowed a sickly green with what looked like a drape that covered just about all of their body, with the exception of their arms, and their face. Their face had three large orange spots, two for eyes, and a very large one for a mouth. There were also two long arms that stuck out from underneath the drapes with sickly claws. It almost looked like a ghost the gang had encountered earlier, and upon Shaggy seeing the ghost, the ghost slowly grinned, and let out a high pitched slow giggle that echoed in the kitchen.

Velma was actually shocked that the ghost was able to appear there so easily. How had she not noticed? There were two ways into the kitchen sure, but the backdoor was locked, and she had been next to the open archway the whole time. "Don't panic you two. It's just a guy in a mask, remember? He can't actually do anything."

The ghost almost felt as if that were to be taken as a challenge. With a grin at Velma, the ghost reached a hand straight through Shaggy, and then they used that same hand to grab the sandwich. The ghost was both ethereal, and solid at different points. The ghost dropped the sandwich, and quickly pulled their hand back, and giggled again.

Shaggy's hair quickly raised upwards and he stammered at what the ghost had just done. "C-c-can a guy in a mask do that?"

Velma casually shook her head. "Nope, and now I'm scared too. Run!"

As both Shaggy and Velma ran out of the room, Karen was left to stare at the ghost. She kept wondering if this was a dream what the ghost could actually do, and she tried to poke the ghost's head with a finger. Her finger went right through the top of the ghost's head, and the ghost turned around to her with an angry growl.

The ghost reached out with his hand again, but that ghost didn't quite reach through Karen. The ghost grabbed Karen's cheeks, squeezed their claws, and pulled her cheeks away from her body. Karen's face stretched out into a muzzle, and then the ghost let go, and let out another giggle.

Karen reached up with a grimace and felt that muzzle the ghost pulled out. It resembled Scooby's exactly, except it didn't quite have the brown fur, though it did have the nose, and she already had the teeth and tongue. "Stop that!" She shouted before she jumped up and ran off in the direction Shaggy and Velma ran, all with her hands on her newfound muzzle. She couldn't believe the ghost stretched out her face like that, and so effortlessly too.

Karen ran out of the archway and into a hallway, which slowed Karen's pace the minute she entered. She knew there wasn't a hallway right outside the kitchen, the archway should have led into the foyer. "This is all a dream, and dream's don't make sense." She told herself. She glanced back and saw the ghost reach out to her, and she tried to run again, unfortunately she felt the ghost grab part of her, and she let out a yelp.

Karen glanced back to see WHAT the ghost grabbed, and she yelped again, not because the ghost had her, but because of what the ghost had. Karen had grown a small stubby brown wiggly tail, and the more she pulled away from the ghost, the longer that tail grew. "L-let go!" The tail eventually stopped growing at least, but by then it was a good foot plus tall. She couldn't help but stare at that long wriggling tail behind her that was even covered in short brown fur. "S-stop!" She couldn't control what she did next, she let loose a fart then and there, a loud deep fart that made her pause in her tracks, and blush heavily. She barely could even tell she had to do that in the first place.

The ghost let go of Karen's tail at the very least, while his's eyes widened at the fart. He covered his mouth, and his wide eyes glared at Karen. Rather than a high pitched cackle, he let out an angry groan.

Karen took that moment to run off from the ghost and into one of the various rooms in the hallway. Unfortunately, it led to another short hallway that, when Karen opened it, she ended up in the first hallway she had left moments ago with the ghost. Karen went in one door in that hallway, and came out another door in that very same hallway. "Really, we're going to do THIS?" She knew far too well where this was going, and rather than run around from door to door, she ran straight down into the darkness of the hallway, and back into the foyer of the house.

Now free of that hallway, and thankfully the ghost, Karen let out a sigh of relief, and she glanced back at her tail, and then at her muzzle right in front of her face. She opened up another door and glanced inside of it and, thankfully, it was a bathroom. She walked inside the bathroom, and took a look into the mirror on top of the sink. Her face looked like Scooby Doo's completely, even her ears had migrated to the top of her head, and they were triangular shaped. She still had her normal human skin, except for her tail. Outside of that, she also had a bit of a gut. "I need to wake up, and I need to wake up now." She muttered quietly.

"Scooby-doo, where are you?!" Shaggy suddenly shouted from afar.

Whether it was instinct, or something else Karen couldn't explain, Karen stepped out of the bathroom and shouted "Rover here," right back at Shaggy. Thankfully, Shaggy, Freddy, and Velma were all together as a group, and Fred had the lead. The four met up at the entrance to the bathroom, but Karen glanced around a moment. "Wrhere's Daphne?" she asked, her voice sounded a bit deeper.

"Trapdoor," Fred explained with a casual shrug. "But I found a clue." He held out his hand and revealed a piece of cloth that, while it looked black in color, faintly glowed. "It looks like it belonged to the ghost, wherever that ghost is now."

Velma nodded. "Fred said that she fell down on the first floor, so there should be a basement in this mansion. We just have to find the stairs..."

"Like, hold on. I know where this is going." Shaggy cut off Velma. "We're in a super spooky mansion on a super spooky night, so the basement is going to be really dark and creepy, and then me and Scoob are going to say no way."

"Yup." Velma plainly responded.

"And then you two are going to go downstairs into the dark creepy basement or whatever, while me and Scoob stay up top and get scared."

"Yup."

"And then some mega creepy noise like the ghost laughing is going to scare us out of our wits and make us come downstairs with you."

"Yup."

"Well, let's get this over with then. Come on Scoob." Shaggy walked off with Fred and Velma, just like that.

Karen almost wanted to roll her eyes at the dialogue Shaggy and Fred went through. She didn't want to be left alone in this mansion though, so she simply followed them along, all while the fat on her belly, her ass, and all around her body, slowly grew.

A short while later...

Fred, Velma, Shaggy, and Karen walked in a new area now, the basement. The basement was surrounded by gray stone walls, a gray stone ceiling, and gray floors with straight red carpeting. Karen led the way, still naked except for the collar. Her stomach jut out and wobbled slowly in front of her, while her tail wiggled like a snake behind her. Her ears picked up all kinds of creaks, while her nose picked up the scents of wine, likely from the occasional barrel that they passed by as they walked along.

In fact, as the four kept walking, Karen kept an eye on her left side. She saw gray stone walls, a picture of a man from the colonial era, a dark path, and then a barrel of wine next to a chair. A moment later, Karen saw the same picture, a dark path, and a barrel of wine next to a chair. Karen began to notice that it looked like everything repeated itself again and again, and when Karen turned around behind her, she noticed nothing but pure blackness behind her, and pure blackness in front of her. To her right side was just a plain gray wall. She hated to admit that it was just downright creepy, and to try to get her mind off of the creepiness, she just began to whistle. Her whistle echoed throughout the basement.

"Stop that whistling, you make me nervous." Shaggy said in a hushed tone.

Karen stopped her whistling for two reasons. The first being it felt like déjà vu when she heard Shaggy tell her to stop. The second was that she felt something inside of her belly rumble. It didn't quite feel like hunger, nor did it feel like a fart, but it felt...close. Before she even had time to cover her mouth, she let out a quiet bass belch, and it made her blush in embarrassment. "Rorry." She said in a tone deeper than normal. She KNEW Scooby wasn't one to belch, or even fart, but normal dogs were typically ones to be filthy. She wasn't a dog though, at least, she told herself she wasn't. It was just a dream, nothing more. Even if she could smell her own burp, and it smelled like it came from the mouth of an actual canine.

"Just be on the watch for more trap doors." Velma commented. "This place is likely full of them, and I don't want to know what's lower than this mansion's basement."

"I'll tell you what's lower, my desire to stay here." Shaggy casually commented as the group walked up to a path that split in three directions. "Great. Which way do we go now?"

Before Shaggy could answer, there was a loud high pitched giggling as the ghost appeared down one of those very hallways. The ghost grinned at the gang as he quickly approached them. If one looked down at the ground, they would see no feet. The ghost was flying, and right now he was flying right in the gang's direction.

"Simple. We go down the path the ghost isn't down, and we run down it." Fred replied with a firm tone of assuredness. Moments later, Fred ran down that other hallway, with Velma behind, then Shaggy, and finally Karen.

The run was short lived. Karen found it difficult to run with her body getting so out of shape, and her belly flopped up and down with each step. The good news was she could stop, but she could only stop because she suddenly fell down one of those very same trapdoors she was warned about before. She let out a yelp as she triggered the door and fell, and her yelp sounded exactly like that of what Scooby might have made. Karen fell down a few feet before the walls curved into a slide, and slid her down into another room, a room with a mud pit of all things, and Karen landed face first in the mud with a loud cartoonish splat.

Karen let out a muffled groan as she laid belly first in the mud. The mud was in a perfect circle, exactly around the spot she landed. She had to wonder why there was even mud in the mansion in the first place, let alone right where she landed. She slowly stood up and wiped her eyes from that mud, and then she looked down at herself with a sigh. She'd have to get herself clean. Luckily, she noticed there was a bathroom right through a door not that far from where she landed. "I'll never understand dreams." She muttered as she walked into that bathroom. Each step she took made a rather loud schlep noise as she left a trail of mud in her steps. Unaware to her, the steps she took looked more and more canine as her toes swelled in size, all except her big one that shrank down into nothingness.

Once Karen got into the bathroom, she turned on the shower and let out a sigh of relief as the water, not only ran, but it ran with hot water. Karen smiled faintly as she put her hand underneath, and then she stepped in casually and washed the mud off of her body. As the water ran through her body though, she noticed something particularly odd; while the mud came off of her, the brown stayed. "Huh?" she reached down and touched her arm and it felt like...short dog fur. Combine that with the smell of a wet dog that rapidly filled the shower, and Karen knew. She didn't want to admit it, but after she let out one nervous fart, she just knew, she had the fur of Scooby. She looked at her shoulder and saw a black splotch, much like Scooby also had.

She was utterly speechless. As she stepped out of the bathtub, she took a glance in the large mirror above two sinks. She saw a Scooby-Doo head in place of her normal head. She didn't even have any human hair, it was all just fur. When she blinked, her reflection blinked, and when she waved her arm, so did that reflection. She still had her bare breasts, but they didn't look like womanly breasts she might have had before, these ones looked...fatter. They rested gently against her belly, and were anything but the shape of boobs, they looked far more like moobs. Her ass stuck out a good half-foot behind her, while her belly was so far out in front of her that she couldn't see her canine pawed feet. She still felt female though, she could reach down and feel that vagina of hers, but the rest of her looked so fat and misshapen that she looked far more like a male anthro Scooby-Doo than a female one. What made it worse were her bouts of gas, as she belched once more then and there, and she could easily pick up the smell of stinky canine breath, the kind that said that no one had ever even tried to brush her teeth in any way, shape, or form, though her teeth were still completely white, just sharp like a dog's.

Karen knew she wasn't going to get anywhere staring at herself in the mirror. "Rai need a towel." She said to herself in a voice that sounded so very much like Scooby's. Just then, a towel floated in front of her. Karen blinked at it a few times in confusion, shrugged, then she took it to dry herself. She didn't question where the towel came from, she didn't WANT to question where the towel came from. In the crazy world that was Scooby's, all sorts of weird things happened with, or more often without, explanation.

Karen left the bathroom and, the moment she did, she found Daphne exploring the hallway. "Raphne!" She said with a smile. She wasn't sure why she was so happy to see her, but she had to pin it on the idea of being alone in the scary mansion was anything but fun.

"Scooby! Where's Fred and the others?" Daphne rushed over to Karen and gave her a happy hug.

Karen wondered how the hug would have worked in the cartoon, if it would have at all. She couldn't help but return the hug with a smile. There was something about Daphne that was different from when Karen last saw her. She could feel Daphne's chest against her own, and she felt a sensation of arousal. She didn't even notice that her tail raised up and she let loose another fart then and there, and then Daphne stepped away after that for...fairly obvious reasons. "I wron't know." Karen spoke in that dog accent voice. Part of her was concerned about it, but the other half said she shouldn't worry so much, she was a dog...wasn't she?

"Can you track them down with that nose of yours?" Daphne suggested. "You know what Shaggy smells like, after all. Shouldn't have a problem tracking him down." She suggested with a shrug.

Karen put her nose to the floor and took in a deep breath, as if by pure instinct. She could definitely smell the strong perfume Daphne had on, but she could also smell something else, the faint scent of Shaggy. Shaggy had an incredibly obvious smell about him, the smell that a stereotypical hippy had, a scent she didn't want to describe much, but one she knew was Shaggy's. She could also faintly pick up Fred and Velma's scents, but they were hardly noticeable. She followed her nose along the pavement, her nose sniffed loudly along the way. She froze when her nose went on a single paper bill, and she lifted her head up, with the paper bill stuck to her nose. No matter how hard she tried to wrinkle her nose, the paper wouldn't fall off.

Daphne reached down and took the paper off of Karen's nose. "What did you find?" she asked. With a quick glance, and a squint of her eyes, she couldn't identify it for the life of her. "It looks...kind of like money, but really old money." It had all the signs of money including a dollar value in each corner, and a picture of a person in the center, but the person was unknown to Daphne.

Only moments after Daphne found the bill, the rest of the gang walked up to her and Karen. "We found you! Are you alright Scooby?" Fred asked with a smile to her. Shaggy was more than happy to see Scooby, and Velma couldn't take her eyes off of the paper.

Karen found herself nodding rapidly. "Reah reah reah. Rook, a rue." Karen pointed a finger towards the paper that Daphne held. Moments after she did, she realized what she had said, and her eyes widened. She just had to wake up sometime soon...right? This was all some crazy dream. She wasn't becoming a Scooby-Doo character, some fat anthro female one anyways. It just felt like something out of a crazy fanfic. And as she belched shortly after that thought, she added gassy to that list, a fat anthro gassy Scooby-Doo. At least she was still female, though her body looked more masculine than feminine, at least a masculine fat dog.

Velma took the paper bill, and got a closer look at it. "It's an old ten dollar confederate bill. It's not worth a lot by itself, but if there was a huge bundle of these stashed somewhere..."

"Then whoever has all of those bills could make an easy fortune. Gang, it's time we set up a trap to capture this ghost." Fred said with confidence. "We just need someone to play the bait, and I know the perfect person, or should I say, dog."

Karen let out a mere "Huh?" Much like a confused Scooby would. Sure, she recalled the show used traps, and often Shaggy and Scooby were the bait, but she had no idea what Fred had cooking in that head of his. She didn't even question how Fred referred to her as a dog. Her mind was in a mix of fear, confusion, and oddly pleasure. The more afraid she was, the more pleasure she felt, which was downright confusing, as well as Fred's statement. There was also another sensation between her legs, one that was getting hard to ignore.

Later...

Karen waited in the foyer of the mansion. Fred stood at the top of the stairs with his arms crossed, while Velma and Shaggy waited farther down the mansion.

"Alright Scooby," Fred shouted. "You just have to lure the ghost to chase you down that hallway, and make sure you turn BEFORE you reach the slippery oil, and trick the ghost to slide down it. You got that?"

Karen was even more confused at what had just happened. There were times when the show would do time skips, often between commercials, but she assumed that, actually IN that universe of Scooby-Doo, she would have been around in that universe and know what was going on, rather than a spectator who watched the show and wasn't sure how the trap worked exactly. She looked to the ground and noticed a clump of papers that resembled the clue they had found earlier, but fake paper money with Scooby's head for the center portrait. From afar, they looked like genuine bills, but up close, it was clear they were fake. "Wrait, what?" Karen asked, and she shook her head at the question. Her crotch felt so heated by now, as if she was a dog that was going in to heat, and she just wanted to take five minutes and go to a bathroom, but she couldn't get the words out. At the same time, she was afraid of what might happen if she did take care of her problem.

Before Karen could get an answer, or an explanation as to how a floating ghost could even slip on oil, or what the oil was made out of, or what sense any of the trap even made, she heard a ghostly high pitched wail that made her so nervous she let out an anxious fart. She saw the ghost approach from one side, and instinctively, Karen ran away in the other direction down that hallway Fred mentioned. Karen didn't recall this hallway when she first arrived, but it didn't matter, she just wanted to escape from that ghost.

As Karen ran, that heat between her legs became more and more unbearable. She begged the question why she could even be aroused now, but before she had time to think about it, she suddenly slipped on that oil slick Fred had warned her earlier. She let out a yelp as she slid along down that dark hallway.

"Gotcha-ya!" Velma jumped out with a net, but when she saw it was Karen, she hesitated, and she smashed directly into Karen. The two went flying right to a wall, and hit it with a cartoonish bash. They ended up in the living room, but both were in quite a daze, too much so to stand up, and they hit the wall so hard that Velma's glasses flew off from her face from the impact.

There was another sound of yelping as the 'ghost' slid down that same oil slick. Before Karen or Velma could stand, the ghost crashed into them with another cartoonish bang.

In the ensuing chaos, Shaggy was in the living room with a rope in hand, and a large wooden animal trap with the bottom opened overhead. The moment Karen came, Shaggy dropped the wooden trap out of pure adrenaline, and he didn't even realize it was Karen in the first place. Luckily, the ghost slid so quickly, that by the time the wooden trap fell down, it trapped all three of them, all with their heads stuck out, and groaning.

"My glasses, I can't see a thing without my glasses." Velma spoke out when she recovered from her daze.

Amazingly, Fred was able to get into the room without much hassle, which just raised more questions for Karen, but Karen had other pressing issues at the moment. At the very least, they had caught the ghost, but Karen had a burning sensation between her legs that was harder and harder to ignore.

With the 'ghost' still in a complete daze, the trap was lifted, and Velma and Karen got out of it before the trap was closed. Shaggy handed Velma her glasses, and it was now a matter of unmasking the villain to see who it was.

While most of the gang was ready, and Fred contacted the police, Karen still had that burning sensation between her legs. She didn't even notice Fred used a cell phone so she could question why that was, but Scooby-Doo was still relevant, even at this day and age, so for a character to use a cell phone was a possibility. Either way, Karen let out a whimper, and reached down to stroke herself slowly. She couldn't explain what was coming over her, it just felt like a strong urge that she needed to masturbate, but she knew better than to do it in public, even if that public was just a bunch of cartoon characters.

"The police will be here in about five minutes." Fred announced as he closed his cell phone. He raised a brow at Karen when he noticed she seemed to be whimpering like a needy dog. "Are you alright Scooby? We know how excited you tend to get, so if you want to do what you need to do, then do it."

Karen wondered a moment what Fred meant. Do what she needed to do? She sat down on the ground and stared at her oversized chubby furry belly, and her needy cunt she could make out. She let out a belch that smelled strongly with her dog breath, and then glanced up at Fred with a confused look.

"Like, licking yourself," Shaggy put it bluntly. "Between your legs, like dogs do. You do it all the time in the van, I'm surprised you didn't do it on the way here, or at all during the mystery."

Karen couldn't believe what the gang spoke. Licking herself, like her head down between her legs? It was NORMAL for Scooby to do something like that? Karen found it so hard to believe, and she didn't think this was the time or place. "Unrask the rillain worst?" Karen said with another belch, one that just came out before she even knew it was coming. She shivered lightly as her hand slowly rubbed between her legs.

"Why not?" Velma asked with a nod. She reached down and grabbed the ghost's head, pulled off the mask and revealed...Scrappy-Doo out of all beings that it could be.

"Scrappy-Doo?!" the gang went, simultaneously. Even Karen was involved in surprise. "I thought you were dead in Miami?" Velma added with a surprised expression.

"I got better." Scrappy-Doo mumbled. "You guys keep getting all the fame and glory, can't even fix Scooby, he's ready to lick himself off here and now. All I wanted was a mansion and a couple of million dollars, and you can't even give me that!"

"If he managed to scare everyone from the mansion, the price of the mansion would plummet, and if he found all of those old bills, he could sell them for a huge fortune and live in luxury." Velma explained. "And what Scooby needs to do is totally natural, and none of your business."

"Easy for you to say," Scrappy snapped. "You fixed me!"

Karen rolled her eyes at this situation. She needed alone time, and she needed alone time now with how ridiculous the situation was quickly becoming, but her energy was focused on her crotch, and she couldn't lift her legs. "rghh...rghh...rine." Karen leaned down with extreme flexibility and licked her crotch relentlessly with her flat tongue. She was amazed she could reach so far, and even more amazed her huge belly didn't get in the way that much, but of course pressing down on her belly gave her another issue- she let out a fart while her head was right between her legs. She should have been disgusted, she should have been repulsed, but she couldn't, there was a heat between her legs, and she just couldn't ignore it anymore.

As for Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Velma, despite they were right next to Karen as she masturbated openly in front of them, paid little attention to her. Velma merely explained why, and how Scrappy managed to do what he did as the ghost, but Karen paid little attention to the explanation.

Karen felt herself get lost in her licking. She felt her vagina close up, and her clit push forward, along with a pair of balls. She knew she was becoming a he, she could literally taste the new canine cock that grew out, but she didn't care, she didn't care about anything right now, she just wanted her arousal to go away. If this was a dream, she'd just eventually wake up anyways. She licked and sucked her newfound cock and balls as the canine cock grew bit by bit, and the small knot began to form.

Karen could also feel something else change, her mind was getting cloudy. Was her name Karen? Was this really a dream? It wasn't a BAD dream, it was just downright confusing at times, but so was the cartoon. Or maybe it wasn't a cartoon, as it was, everything felt so real, even if looked so cartoonish at the same time. She could feel the pressure building in those new canine balls that formed between her legs, and something deep down told her to hold back, something told her to stop, but as she licked her canine cock one more time, she spoke. "Scooby...dooby...doo!" and that new cock came a combination of white and yellow seed out in the open. Karen didn't care who watched, she was a dog, and she wasn't a she, she, was a he. As his cock pulsed wave after wave of seed and made a sticky mess on the floor, he knew his name wasn't Karen, Karen was a girl's name. No, his name was Scooby. He was a fat gassy slob anthro canine, but he just helped solve another mystery with his friends, and for that, he deserved a treat to masturbate like that. He couldn't wait to solve another mystery with them, so he could do it again. It wasn't a dream, it was his life, and it was a very good life for a very good dog.