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They told him when he gathered enough souls he would have the power to rule the world, but they were cryptic in explaining any of the details. Were the souls for the race of demons that had been forced into hiding on this remote island for the past several centuries? Would collecting these souls give them the ability to withstand the sunlight which would usually scorch their skin, and allow them to seek revenge on humanity for imprisoning them centuries ago? Or would the souls simply give himself unimaginable power? Would the demons be loyal to the one who collected all the souls and accepted the Daemon Ritus into their body?

Scrappy Doo would have the answers to all of his questions soon. He selfishly hoped he could claim the promised power as his own, but commanding an army of demons didn't sound too bad either. Either way, he would no longer be the laughing stock, the runt puppy of his litter, the small fry in all the past company he held. People would take him seriously now; he would make sure of that.

The last few months had gone even smoother than he'd hoped, largely an unexpected string of fortuitous surprises. During an impromptu trip to the haunted theme park and resort that had been built upon the island, the demons, for reasons that were still unclear, had revealed themselves to Scrappy and made a pact with him to help them get revenge on the humans for invading on their land. He agreed to collect souls from unsuspecting park visitors, a power source that could be channeled into the Daemon Ritus, a small, golden, pyramid-shaped artifact that the demons had worshipped for centuries. It was covered in inscriptions in a language that was mysterious to Scrappy, but could supposedly be deciphered by some of the demons.

Scrappy had taken several strides towards his goal for ultimate power and domination. He forcefully took over Spooky Island from its previous owner, locking him away in the secret network of caverns that ran underneath the island, at least until his plan had come together. With the demons' magic he was allowed to shapeshift and disguise himself as the island's previous owner. He also pushed out a new advertising campaign for the haunted island theme park which saw its resurgence as an immensely popular vacation destination for people across the globe. With the help of the demons he began stealing the souls from visitors while they enjoyed the park, a feat that was only possible when guests where outwardly showing their strongest and truest emotions. From disguised cameras at the most exciting drops on roller coasters, to hidden demons in the darkest, scariest corners of the haunted houses, and even through audience participation during the live shows and events, Scrappy came up with many clever ways to snatch the souls of unsuspecting individuals.

Scrappy would watch with excitement as guests left the park as empty husks, almost machine-like, all of their power, emotions, and will for living left behind, left for him and the demons to consume. There had been odd complaints here and there about other park guests being zombie-like, as well as complaints from relatives and friends whom guests had returned to, but no one had launched an official investigation yet, and at this point it was too late. Even if they did, the souls and demons could be safely concealed deep within the caverns of the island.

The diminutive dog wanted to show the world just what he was capable of, how great he could be when he was left to his own devices, puppy power so to speak. Most of all he wanted to show Mystery Inc., the supernatural mystery-solving group he had once been a part of, how successful he now was without them. He still felt bitter resentment for being kicked out all those years ago, and just for trying to assert a little dominance and be helpful in catching all those nasty villains. They were ungrateful fools!

There was no one he wanted to prove himself to more though than his Uncle Scooby Doo, that annoying, happy-go-lucky, Scooby-snack-loving, crime solving canine. Scrappy was not going to be made fun of and pushed around by his uncle any more. He would finally have the might to assert himself and push back, show him who the real alpha dog was now.

The final ceremony was about to begin. The last few months of planning and collecting was about to bear fruit. He would finally receive the power that the demons and himself longed for, almost hungered for. This ceremony would be the grand finale where he would finally take the final souls needed for the Daemon Ritus, the souls of his former teammates. They would be reunited once again, but this time with Scrappy as their powerful leader, just as things should have been from the beginning.

Assuming all was going as planned, Mystery Inc. should already be in captivity, and they would be brought to the ceremonial chamber where they would be forced to surrender their souls in front of Scrappy and the eagerly awaiting audience of demons. While the thousands of other souls that had been collected thus far swirled around in a large enclosed sphere of charged glass at the center of this ceremonial cavern, these final souls would be delivered specially to Scrappy on a silver platter, or more precisely in a silver sphere, during the beginning of the ceremony. These souls would be used to activate the Daemon Ritus.

The even more ultimate piece of the puzzle though, Scooby Doo, would be saved for last. His soul would be taken at the close of the ceremony. According to the inscriptions on the artifact, Scooby's soul was absolutely essential, as a pure soul from his own species was needed in order for the Daemon Ritus to complete his transformation.

Scrappy, still disguised as the previous owner of the theme park, stepped onto the raised platform at the front of the chamber. The demons began to chant and dance. He approached the Daemon Ritus which stood upon a pedestal on the raised platform, adjacent to the large swirling sphere of souls. He picked up the small golden pyramid in his hand with an important slowness, and a silence fell over the audience.

"Our glory is at hand! Bring in the prisoners!" Scrappy bellowed across the ceremonial cavern. He was glad that the voice of this disguise was different from his high-pitched, squeaky, puppy voice. His voice was something he had always hated. It wasn't at all intimidating or commanding, and although it was a silly wish, he hoped the power of the Daemon Ritus would also his voice to change.

Escorted by demons, the four members of Mystery Inc. were led into the center of the cavern before the stage on which Scrappy stood. Their hands and feet were shackled and their mouths had been covered. They all gazed with fear and amazement at the swirling sphere of souls and struggled to break free of their binds, but it was no use. It was far too late.

Before they even had a chance to struggle, their fear and amazement turned to shock as Scrappy transformed into his former self, the small anthropomorphic dog he had been months ago and for most of his life, but not for much longer.

"Welcome to Spooky Island! I've brought you here puny, pathetic Mystery Inc. to witness my moment of triumph. I will absorb enough energy to rule the world with my all powerful armies, and I'll start my consumption of souls with you!" He pointed as he gave them all an intimidating glare. Hopefully that glare was intimidating because his voice certainly wasn't anymore. "Then, after I've absorbed every last soul, all I'll need to complete my transformation is Scooby Doo!" Scrappy announced with renewed excitement.

Mystery Inc. watched in horror as Scrappy placed the golden artifact in front of his body. It immediately latched onto his chest and dug painfully and deeply into his chest, the little dog yelping in pain as it did. Strangely, there was no blood, but the pain was immense. He gritted his teeth pushed through the pain as best he could, reminding himself that if this was the gateway to ultimate power, pain was a small price to pay.

Once the Daemon Ritus had stopped burrowing into his chest, he struggled to croak out "I need souls, NOW!"

The faces of Mystery Inc. were full of both fear anger, exposing their souls to the world and to the demons, who simply reached out with a bony, clawed, purple hand and pulled a wispy white representation of each person out of their body, seemingly with no effort at all. As soon as the souls were completely separated, they were sucked into the small silver sphere, carried by a demon on a silver platter. The bodies of Mystery Inc stood in the middle of the cavern, husks of their former selves, their emotions quite literally removed from their faces.

Demons all around the cavern began to dance and chant once again, as the one with the silver sphere turned around and began to make his way toward Scrappy. Once he got within a few feet, he spoke a mysterious incantation, and the Daemon Ritus opened, tearing the hole in Scrappy's chest even wider. He winced and yelped with pain, continuously telling himself it all wouldn't matter soon.

The demon opened up the sphere and the souls of Daphne, Fred, Velma, and Shaggy immediately poured into the golden triangle and into Scrappy's chest. Almost immediately he felt a warm sensation course over his body. His energy levels rose, the pain of his new wounds faded, and he felt stronger than he ever had before. This was more like it, this was what he endured the pain for, and if this was how he felt from just four measly souls, he couldn't wait to let the remaining thousands pour into his body.

Thankfully, he wouldn't have to wait long. Another demon was already preparing to open the latch on the large sphere in the center of the chamber. Scrappy was ready. As the demon undid the mechanism holding the sphere closed, a slight hush descended over the crowd in reverie of the small dog that would soon transform into their new god and lead them into a new age of domination. The second the latch opened, the souls quickly began pouring into his body. His skin and veins began to heat up and he quickly began to sweat. The energy coursed through his body like molten lava, and the power very soon became too much to contain.

In response, his body began to grow. Muscles all over his body began to inflate. Definition began to spread down his arms, followed soon after by his legs. He watched in amazement as his chest pushed outwards into defined abs, a view that was soon covered up by his expanding pectoral muscles. He already had the physique of a human who lifted weights on a regular basis, and he felt strong enough to lift a full grown human with ease. The power flowing through his body was intoxicating and it only made him thirst for more.

"Yeeessss! More power! Feed into me!" He both roared and grunted at the same time, his voice already beginning to shift a bit awkwardly into a lower octave.

The sphere was barely half empty, so the souls continued to flow, Scrappy's body convulsing and sweating bullets as he continued to grow. He grunted and moaned with a mixture of pleasure and excitement. Muscles bulged further outward until soon he looked like a miniature professional body builder, furiously pumping veins becoming visible all over his impossibly tight arms and legs. His abs pushed out further into clearly defined six-pack, his pecs inflated further, and his neck became a thick pillar of muscle.

But still his muscles continued to expand. He started to look comically, impossibly muscular, his pecs beginning to encroach onto his shoulders, almost touching his chin, and threatening to completely bury his head. The muscle of his arms and legs became so tight, so over-inflated, that it was actually becoming a bit hard to move, but still the contents of sphere poured into his willing, hungering body. A small sliver of concern began to rise in the back of Scrappy's mind, but somewhere deep down he knew this was simply a part of the transformation, and the fact that he could barely move was only a slight inconvenience next to the amazing power and satisfaction that was sweeping over his body. There was more than enough power to make things right again. He just had to be patient and let all this energy take its course.

Just as all this newfound bulk became nearly too much, Scrappy began to hear cracks and pops, accompanied with sharp stabs of pain as his bones actually started to grow to make room for all the new meat he body was packing on. The pain went completely unnoticed by the puppy, as the feeling of all this power was sending him into a blissful, intoxicating daze. He began to inch upward in height as his muscle growth began anew, his shape very quickly returning to normal human proportions, normal at least for a professional body builder.

The feeling was so pleasurable, it actually crossed the boundary into arousing, and that arousal began to show as the tip of Scrappy's pink member began to peak out of the brown-furred sheath between his legs. He whined and groaned in ecstasy as every part of his body continued to grow upwards and outwards, bones and joints creaking and cracking, ropes of new muscle bulging out under the skin all over his body, stretching all of his skin as tight as a drum. He had grown well beyond the diminutive one and half feet he could previously reach on his hind legs and now had to be nearing almost three feet tall. His face would now be on the same level as his uncle Scooby. That annoying dog would not be able to look down on him anymore. Very soon he would have to look up.

As Scrappy continued to gain height and mass, he began to feel even more powerful than his outward appearance would suggest, almost as if it all that energy was starting to well up inside of him and become more than his body could contain, or that his rampant growth could keep up with. The sphere of souls was almost empty now. He felt like he had the power of a giant, enough might to topple buildings, or even break out of this very cavern. Scrappy wanted nothing more than to use this power to dominate the world, but something was holding him back. Topping at about six feet, his body now more laden with muscle than any other living being he had seen, he took a brief moment to admire himself. An awed silence had fallen over the demons as well, some already beginning to kneel or bow in respect of their new deity. Scrappy knew his transformation was far from complete, he knew he still had the potential to be so much more.

The last of the souls poured into his body, and that potential power, the immense building pleasure, was almost unbearable. His cock slid further out of its sheath, all four inches becoming erect for all the cavern to see. Even the knot at the base of his shaft began to inflate, something that only happened when he was in the deepest of his sexual fantasies. This spectacle caused many the demons to erupt into an excited frenzy. That was what they wanted. They were ready for Scrappy to release the energy of all those souls, so they could join him in conquering the surface world. The no-longer-so-small dog was ready to release all this pent up energy as well. As a matter of fact, he was more than ready. He needed to. The thought dominated his mind. The intoxicating pleasure had completely taken over all his thoughts. He could feel all his muscles and his cock pulsing, painfully throbbing, longing to unleash their potential. He was like a bomb ready to go off, just waiting for someone to pull the trigger, to give him the final soul, to complete his transformation.

"Bring forth the final sacrifice," Scrappy roared, surprising even himself with his now deep, gruff, almost demonic, commanding voice. Before he had even spoken, four demons began to carry in his uncle, Scooby Doo, on an ornately decorated stone platform. The demons had already sensed Scrappy's need for that final pure soul. As all the power had flown into Scrappy, their minds had started to become one, united in pleasure and purpose, fixated on the goal of releasing their energy upon the rest of the world.

A pathway cleared down the center of the room, leading straight to the altar where Scrappy stood impatiently, almost desperately. Scooby's hind and forepaws were bound to the carrying platform, and his mouth was also gagged, same as the others. This was a huge relief as the last thing Scrappy wanted to hear was that insufferable voice of his uncle's. It also gave him great satisfaction that the dog tied to the platform was the most frightened Scrappy had ever seen him, especially as the platform approached the altar and it became clear just how much his nephew now towered over him, and just how much power was simply radiating off his impossibly muscular body.

Before Scooby's platform had even arrived at the altar, Scrappy grew impatient. The demons were proceeding too slowly, and he couldn't wait a second longer. He had to open the gates to these endless wells of building energy he could feel just below the surface of his consciousness. He needed the key and he needed it now. The power he gained had not only packed on copious amounts of muscle and increased his size but had also had begun to transform into one of the demons and had given him their ability to take souls. Somehow he knew this, he could feel it, and he understood that he didn't need to wait for one of the demons to serve Scooby's soul to him. He could exert his newfound dominance and take the final key for himself.

In an almost effortless leap, he catapulted himself from the altar, his sculpted legs bulging with power and leaving cracks in the ground behind him as he took off. He flew through the air at least twenty feet towards the approaching demons and the platform. His landing created craters in the soft floor of the cavern, spraying the audience with sand. He actually managed to shake the floor of the cavern with the tremendous mass he was containing. His muscle pulsed and flexed with vigor, the hot pink flesh of his shaft swelling another inch or two outwards in eager anticipation.

The demons stopped their progression and immediately set the platform down onto the cavern floor. Scrappy bent over and picked up the helpless dog, ripping his steel shackles free as if they were made of tissue paper, and his uncle let out muffled yelps of pain. He held him tightly in his meaty, clawed, and now almost demonic looking paws, the claws digging into the poor dog's fur and even the skin underneath. Scooby tried feebly to squirm free from Scrappy's grasp, but his attempts were futile and his muffled cries of pain and fear were completely ignored.

Scrappy was delighted to see the fear grow in his uncle's eyes, a true terror he thought he'd never see, especially with him as the cause. He'd never imagined he'd have so much power over him and he was reveling in it, so much that he found himself just gazing into the helpless dog's eyes with both fierce hatred and admiration for the power he knew he was about to receive.

The welling energy, the building pressure, called out again. His muscles pulsed with such rock-hard intensity, they threatened to tear the skin and fur from his very body. His cock also throbbed again, pushing another inch outwards, now almost six inches long, three inches longer than he had ever seen it before, and with a swollen knot at the base of that shaft nearly the size of a tennis ball. A few drips of precum began to dribble out of its tip. The strain was almost unbearable, the kettle was boiling over, and he an overwhelming need for the soul he held in his grasp. It was time to take the lid off this boiling pot, it was time to complete the transformation.

The powerful hulk that stood on the floor of the cavern commanded the attention of all those present simply by existing and allowing the dominating energy to radiate off of him. A renewed fervor erupted among the dancing and chanting demons. Scrappy inhaled deeply and like a vacuum cleaner, sucking the soul right out of Scooby's body.

Instead of going into the Daemon Ritus, he swallowed the pure canine soul into his demonic, razor sharp, fang-filled maw. The artifact however, still responded with almost no hesitation. It glowed white hot, closed its triangular flaps, and burned its way into Scrappy's massive bulging pectoral muscles, burying itself completely from sight. Scrappy could only vaguely feel the pain caused by this burrowing, as the push of unfathomable energy and pleasure took over his mind once again, like the waves of a perfect storm quickly eroding way the sand dunes that kept the restless water at bay.

Even though he knew it was coming, even though he needed that surge of power to be unleashed, even though he literally had craved nothing more in his entire life, the suddenness with which the dam burst, the torrential force with which the energy erupted into his body took him by shock. He suddenly felt like he could glow with the intensity of a newborn star if he had so willed it, but instead he allowed that power to fuel his already impressive growth. The power and pleasure he felt before magnified almost ten-fold, bringing his mind into a state of blissful fervor that he had never even dreamed was possible. All of the building mass he had felt before, that weight he shook the cavern with moments ago, was unleashed upon the world.

Lifting that lid off the pot of energy allowed it to finally boil over, and it didn't just boil, it erupted like a volcano. Scrappy's resulting growth was nothing short of explosive. He growled, grunted, and moaned, the strained sounds echoing throughout the cavern, as his voice quickly deepened into a thunderous echoing howl that could only be described as the voice of a god, or perhaps the devil himself, and god-like is exactly how he felt. No longer a dog, he had transformed beyond any species on Earth, beyond any species in the known universe. His will to dominate was finally realized and he was free to conquer whatever he desired. All he needed to do was free his army of demons let the power stored in his body flow through the now open flood gates.

Scrappy roared, a roar that could be heard throughout the entire haunted theme park, shaking the whole ceremonial cavern. A rapid and almost deafening series of crack and creaks sounded though the cavern as the bones of his frame expanded upward forcefully, gaining him a whole three extra feet in height in just a few seconds. His muscles stretched out along his new lengths of bone, momentarily giving him a slenderer, more athletic build. But then, the muscles of his arms and legs bulged outwards again, packing on new sweaty chords of flesh, veins pulsing powerfully to feed all of his new mass. His pecs swelled and his abs inflated into tight, detailed blocks. He felt his neck thicken as his skull and head also adjusted in size to match the rest of his body, the bones and components rearranging inside his head. He expected this sudden surge of cranial and bodily reconstruction to be disorienting, but instead it felt akin to the most powerful orgasm he had ever had.

Speaking of powerful orgasms, Scrappy also felt an immense heat building between his legs. He looked down and found it wasn't just the sensation that was growing, he was actually physically growing. The pink flesh of his member swelled outwards, packing on girth as well as length, as well as deepening in color from pink to red as new veins and blood poured into the stiff, hungry shaft. In just a matter of seconds, his length reached ten inches, and several more drops of precum dribbled out onto the floor. Scrappy could feel the skin around his now impressive cock tightening and becoming more sensitive. Even the slight breeze in the cavern sent waves of pleasure through his entire body.

His small brown fuzzy ball sacs beneath also began expanding, as if they were rapidly filling with fluid. They continued inflating, until they began to rub up against his bulging calf muscles, nearly the size of grapefruits, both of which only swelled and bulged further in response to being stimulated, sending jolts of pleasure through his entire being, each jolt with the intensity of an entire orgasm compressed into a fraction of a second.

He continued growing, inflating, and packing on dozens of pounds of new mass every second, all the while his frame continuously adjusting and expanding to accommodate all the new bulk. The creaking sound of his swelling muscles could be heard clearly now, echoing throughout out the cavern. His proud, polished, crimson length pushed outwards another two inches with one titanic throb. His balls swelled along with it, now also audibly straining and sloshing.

Scrappy was completely lost to the world, swimming in a haze or his own desires and arousal. The power pouring into him was indescribable, but he could tell that even with the pool of energy now overflowing, he could not channel all of into this world fast enough. His growth still could not keep up with the power still caged inside his body, inside the Daemon Ritus. He lusted for more of that power. He needed the committed devotion of all the surrounding demons. With his god-like physique and presence, several demons were already bowing in reverence, but he deserved even more admiration and worship.

In his daze of pleasure, Scrappy could no longer even manage to form coherent sentences. All he could do was release a rumbling, sensual moan as he placed a gargantuan hand around his equally gargantuan cock. In response, it throbbed yet another several inches outwards, packing additional volume into his balls, now nearing the size of cantaloupes. He cast a longing, lustful glare out to the crowd of demons, an open invitation to approach the platform and admire their new deity up close.

It wasn't just devotion he required though, he also needed more mass. His already unbelievable rate of growth still was not satisfying his desires, those urges bubbling from the well of power within. Amidst the bliss and overwhelming arousal, Scrappy began to feel an empty feeling in the pit of stomach, a feeling that the power of those thousands of souls coursing through his veins alone could not satiate. He was hungry and that hunger was growing more and more urgent by the second.

His old teammates, nearly forgotten about, still standing lifeless near the center of the cavern floor, would have the honor of being sacrifices after all. They would become a very part Scrappy's legacy, unified with their new god in both soul and body. One by one he picked up their bodies, his paws and claws now large enough to fit nearly an entire body in his palm. His unfathomable strength allowed him to pick them up as if they were toys. Without hesitation, Scrappy quickly shoved each body into his maw, swallowing them whole, pushing them down into the core of his body with his powerful throat muscles.

His gut distended a bit as the first body slid into his hungering belly, and bulged out further and further with each new morsel that entered into his willing mass. The last once he consumed was of course his uncle, Scooby Doo, the final and ultimate sacrifice, the one who had made his ascension into godhood possible. The moment that canine settled into the pit of his digestive system, his belly swelled outwards from all the flesh he had devoured, abs disappearing under his newfound roundness.

The sphere of his belly did not last long. He could feel his whole body tingling as all of that weight he had consumed was quickly broken down and redistributed. Several of the demons even tried offering themselves as sacrifices, but for now his hunger had been satisfied. The tingling sensation increased, becoming so intense, he almost felt like he was on fire. Instead of burning though, all he could feel was the intoxicating, lustful, pleasure that was feeding his transformation.

The creaking and groaning began anew, his sensual moans ringing throughout the cavern and even now leaking to the world outside. His voice felt so commanding. He felt so powerful. It was beyond anything he had felt before. His belly pushed back into his body, expanding his height several more feet, now towering over the other demons at nearly fifteen feet. The mass from his gut also shifted out to his limbs and neck packing on dozen of more pounds of bulging musculature, maintain his god-like physique as his whole body expanded outwards and upwards.

This time however it was space between his legs where he felt the most heat and saw the greatest surge of new growth. His already impressive cock inflated outwards and upwards, like a polished red balloon, swelling and throbbing urgently underneath his demonic hand which still firmly gripped the shaft. He could feel his hot blood flowing through his veins and feeding its appetite. It was like the feeling of an extremely hard erection, the ones that are almost painfully hard, when arousal is at an all-time high, except this time it kept happening over and over again. With each heartbeat, his member widened in his hand, stretched further into the cavern, and became that much harder, threatening to burst, a steady drool of precum now leaking from its tip.

The orbs dangling between his legs also grew, quickly filling the space between Scrappy's thighs. His balls felt like they were building up with pressure, but it was more than that. It was like they were churning, almost boiling with an intense heat. The furry sac covering the base of his shaft stretched and grew tight, as his testicles continued to swell, filling all available space, and becoming sensitive to even the slightest stimulation.

Scrappy's recent explosive bout of growth left him standing just over twenty-five feet tall, with an absolutely titanic phallus jutting straight out in front of him, almost four and a half feet in length. His balls now firmly pressed against his thighs, each sphere larger than a basketball. He flooded the cavern with not only his newfound muscle and mass, and his lustful grunts and moans, but also the scent of arousal, a smell that seemed to be driving the hordes of demons into an even deeper admiring daze.

All over the cavern demons continued their devout worship, many overcome by their own desire and arousal, a few even openly masturbating and pleasuring themselves on the floor of the cavern. Scrappy would have disapproved of those demons putting their own needs before those of their new god if it hadn't been for a handful of demons that approached him and began to worship his pulsing muscles and throbbing instrument of godhood between his thighs. Their attention loosed him too far into the throes of ecstasy to care.

Demons caressed his body anywhere they could reach those insistent, tight, bulging masses of flesh, from his perfectly sculpted cobblestone abs to his bulbous, sinewy legs, to his throbbing shaft and churning balls. Every little finger and hand sent jolts of pleasure arcing up his spine and through his entire body, increasing the feeling to new, inconceivable levels, urging his body to push the limits even further and grow, and grow, and grow.

His entire frame moaned as he expanded upwards enormously, the moaning now making a tremendous noise, almost like thunder in the distance. His cock continued to throb and swell, packing on several more inches of meat every second, much to the delight of the admiring demons. Scrappy could feel the lust and arousal climbing to a crescendo, reaching an edge unlike any edge he had ever felt before. Every time he thought he reached the limit, the intensity and addictiveness of the pleasure only grew, magnifying his desires, spreading the stench of arousal and sex into a thick haze throughout the lair, and spurring on his growth.

Thick precum now flowed freely out of his slit like a tap left open, flowing over the demons that were busy showing their appreciation to the monstrous rod and into hot, sticky puddles across the floor of the cavern. Scappy's neck and back now pushed against the ceiling of the cavern, the walls cracking and crumbling from the immense pressure his expanding muscles were placing on them.

Scrappy's balls swelled massively, like rapidly inflating water balloons, actually beginning to push his legs apart, forcing his cock to stand at higher and higher attention, threatening to fill his view as it stretched up past his pectorals. He attempted to grab the shaft, but it was now too wide even to fit his large demonic hands around. Even both his hands could barely encircle its girth, now almost four feet in diameter.

Grabbing hold of his cock did felt good; more than good. It was near stupefying. He began to rub his cock up and down in long deliberate stokes, knocking the demons that had been showing their adoration across the cabin. The flesh continued to inflate in his hands, itself and the rest of the body nearly filling the ceremonial cavern. His balls were touching the floor, having reached the size of large bean bag chairs, and they were visibly churning, like boiling pots of water, threatening to blow their lids at any moment. Scrappy let out another lustful moan, almost a desperate whimper, as one final stroke up his length, knocked up several worshipping demons, and sent him over the edge.

The last several minutes of bliss and arousal, watching and feeling his muscles grow beyond expectations, admiring his throbbing titanic cock, all of which had felt like the longest the most intense orgasm he could ever imagine, all paled in comparison to his true orgasm. It was like a bomb going off, an explosion that completely bombarded himself and the surrounding world in an aura of lust, even more magnified than before.

Theme park visitors that were still happily taking part in the island's many attractions had begun to hear strange noises, groans and growls, that sounded like they were coming from underground, but most had assumed they were only part of the haunted ambiance of the environment. Even those that had become sufficiently aware that something was amiss could never have been prepared for the explosion of energy and power that suddenly befell the small island.

A nearly deafening, demonic roar sounded across the entire island, shaking the very ground on which everyone stood, a roar that was very clearly not planned sound effects. Immediately following the roar, the entire island rumbled violently, tearing apart and toppling many of the park's structures and attractions, and the volcano that stood as the centerpiece of the park erupted into shards of rock and dust, many of which were sent flying miles away into the ocean. Anyone left alive amidst the chaos immediately fixed their gaze on what remained of the mountain, where there stood a monster to rival a god.

As Scrappy breached the edge of his orgasm and made that final stroke, he felt like he was suddenly struck by a bolt of lightning. No, hundreds of bolts of lightning. But instead of frying his body from the inside out, all of that power was being directed into him, becoming a part of him. Any semblance of walls or dams holding his reserves of power at bay had been obliterated, and the power he lusted for now flowed completely free of restraint, through his convulsing muscular body.

In response, his growth exploded. He tensed his entire body, let out a mighty roar and in one tremendous thump of a heartbeat, his muscles and cocked throbbed so violently that he burst completely free of his mountain prison, now standing at several hundred feet tall, towering over beings below, humans and demons alike. The power radiating off his immaculate form commanded worship and obedience. His shaft had also swelled well over the height of his own head, and his balls below had more than completely filled the ceremonial cavern where his transformation had begun only moments ago.

Barely a second had passed after breaking through to the surface world before Scrappy felt the knot at the base of his shaft inflate into a sphere as hard as steel, the orbs beneath them strain with such intensity that they started to quiver, and the slit at the end of his shaft open wide for the oncoming flood. He felt his balls contract and force their hot cum pouring down the length of his cock with an intensity that caused the channel to bulge out grotesquely as the potent, viscous fluid escaped to freedom.

The geyser of seed that erupted from the end of his shaft would put any volcanic eruption to shame. A shadow fell over the entire island. The release of pressure felt beyond amazing, just about causing Scrappy to collapse to his knees, even though he would have only fallen on his still expanding reservoirs of cum. The opaque, sticky spunk continued to spew out of the end of his cock, at first in increasingly violent spurts, until it eventually became a steady stream.

The hot cum rained down all over the island, drenching everything in a thick gooey layer of burning white frosting. Scrappy's seed was so potent, so full of energy, that any living being that came into contact with it was either immediately disintegrated and consumed to feed the dog deity's continuing lust for power and domination, or was transformed into a new breed of demon.

These new demons lived only to serve and worship their new god, whose form continued to expand and swell hundreds of feet above them, continuing to rain down his precious life-giving, power-granting cum. The demons voraciously consumed Scrappy's seed, absorbing it into their bodies and allowing a small morsel of all that unleashed energy to flow into their own.

They formed a new skin that could withstand the sunlight of the surface world, and their bodies went through a transformation similar to that of their god. Although without the Daemon Ritus, none of them could dream of ever attaining the stature and power of Scrappy himself. But still, their muscles inflated and bulged outwards, pushing their frames to over twenty feet tall, affording them each the strength of over one hundred men. Between their legs, six foot shafts with enormous orbs the size of basketballs engorged and throbbed into being, each ready to unleash their own tidal wave of powerful, potent cum to convert even more of the population over to serve the dog who was destined to become master of all of creation.

After several minutes of gushing his cum all over the surrounding landscape, enough to fill an entire lake, the flow of seed began to ebb. Scrappy finally emerged from his intoxicating haze of arousal and pleasure long enough to admire his new body.

He had achieved a physique and power beyond his wildest dreams. Not only had he shown his peers who the real alpha dog was, he had shown the whole island, and now he was ready to show the world and the universe. He had become a god. His power knew no bounds, and all the corners of existence would cower before his might and be converted to serve his desires for all eternity, or would perish and become part of his endlessly expanding mass of muscles and cock.

Looking down with pride at his newly devoted race of monstrous demons, he knew not even the most powerful forces of the cosmos could stand in their way. They would unleash wave after wave of their infectious seed until they had flooded all of space and time, and bring these wonderful sensations of pleasure and power for all to witness.

Before long, Scrappy felt the intense heat of arousal build up inside his core once again. His proud, colossal, red cock had only just begun to soften before it stiffened back to full attention, casting a massive shadow over the entire sticky, frosted remains of the island. Muscles swelled and expanded anew as he let the infinite energy flow into body. His cock throbbed and grew, extending its flesh into the sky. The balls he was now resting on inflated, overflowing into the surrounding ocean. He relished in the power he commanded and he was ready to show the world. Allowing himself once again to fall into a deep lustful haze, he wrapped his arms around his shaft and began to prepare for a second round of growth and a second orgasm, one that would put his first to shame, one that would bring a wave of change to the entire the planet.