Scooby Doo: Between the Scenes_(1)

Scooby Doo: Between the Scenes

“Well, gang, it looks like we have a new mystery on our hands,” Freddy Jones said, pointing at the roof of their hotel where the phantom Bellhop had just disappeared.

“Well, he’s no phantom, that’s for sure,” Velma Dinkly said, glancing at Shaggy Rogers and his dog Scooby Doo as they held each other tight as they shivered and shook in fear at the apparition that had screamed at the gang before disappearing.

“You’re right, Velma,” Daphne Blake said, brushing back her luxurious red hair without taking her eyes off the roof of the hotel. “Whoever the phantom is he didn’t come down the outside of the building, so he must be somewhere in the hotel.”

“Ok, gang,” Fred said with a nod of his blond head, “that means it’s time to split up and search for clues. Daphne and I will take the upper floors and search the rooms. Shaggy, you and Scooby search the basement. We don’t know if the phantom is a guest or an employee so keep your eyes open for anything out of place.”

“I know, I know,” Shaggy said, slouching his way toward the front door with Scooby quivering at his heals.

“And Velma,” Fred started to say before Velma interrupted him.

“I’ll go with Shaggy and Scooby,” Velma sighed in a bored voice. “At least one of us won’t be running away at the first sound, and since I have the Scooby snacks I should be able to keep up Shaggy and Scooby’s courage.”

“That was almost too easy,” Daphne said, holding Fred’s hand as they followed their three friends into the hotel. “You don’t suppose they know what we’re really up to, do you?”

“I’m sure Velma knows that we’re up to something, but she’s far too innocent to know what we’re up to,” Fred mussed. “But Shaggy and Scooby? If it doesn’t scare them or they can’t eat it they don’t notice anything unless you explain it to them.”

“I guess you’re right,” Daphne sighed. “I guess I’m just nervous, this could change all four of us forever. But I’m too excited not to go ahead.”

“Me too,” Freddie admitted, leading Daphne up the stairs to where their rooms were; the phantom Bellhop forgotten for the moment.

* * * * * * *

“I can’t believe those two think we don’t know what they’re up to,” Shaggy giggled as he, Velma, and Scooby took the cold cement stairs to the hotel’s basement.

“Well it’s only fair,” Velma pointed out, “after all, they have no idea what we’re up to.”

“What are we rup roo, Shaggy?” Scooby asked his friend.

“Nothing you have to worry about, old buddy,” Shaggy told his Great Dane. “Velma and I are going to check things out in that supply closet we found earlier while you stand guard outside the door in case the phantom bellhop shows up.”

“Re? Rand guard ralone?” Scooby asked, eyeing his best friend suspiciously. “Roo ray.”

“Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?” Velma asked, taking the box out from wherever she hid it under her bulky sweater and shaking the box enticingly.

“Rell,” Scooby said hesitantly.

“Okey, two Scooby snacks,” Velma offered. “But you have to stand guard outside the door and don’t let anyone in – and let us know if the phantom bellhop shows up.

“Rokey,” Scooby agreed, catching the two treats tossed him and running his tongue across his lips to make sure he got every crumb.

“Here’s the supply room we found earlier,” Shaggy said, opening the door and gesturing for Velma to enter the room ahead of him. “Now Scoob, you give a nice loud howl if the phantom bellhop shows up while we’re searching the room.”

“Right,” Scooby said, sitting down on his hind quarters and curling his tail around his legs as he took up his position just outside the door.

“Come on, Velma, let me show you what we found earlier,” Shaggy said, taking the brown haired girl by the hand and leading her through the open door.

“So you and Scooby checked out the basement earlier?” Velma asked while Shaggy led her through the closely packed shelves of the supply room. “Why would you do that before we knew there was a monster?”

“When was the last time we went anywhere and didn’t get attacked by a monster?” Shaggy laughed. “Scoob and I figured it would save time if we searched the basement ahead of time, and when I found this, I thought it would be perfect for the two of us.”

Just as Shaggy finished speaking he rounded the last shelf and pulled Velma along with him and gestured to the small bed and nightstand tucked away in the corner of the room. “I figured one of the hotel employees set this place up as a little get away for him and his girlfriend and I figured it would be a great place for the two of us.”

“It’s great for us,” Velma agreed, adjusting her glasses and ggiving Shaggy a shy smile, “but it may be that this is just a place for one of the employees to grab a nap when things are slow.”

“Maybe,” Shaggy admitted, “but if it was just a place to take a nap then I don’t think they’d have these stashed away.” Shaggy opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a strip of condoms.

“Good point,” Velma said, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for the hem of her bulky orange sweater.

“Say, Velma, do you think I should borrow one of these condoms? I’m sure whoever put them down here will never notice if one is missing.”

“Put them back, Shaggy, all of them,” Velma told her friend, her voice muffled by her sweater as she pulled it over her head.

“I was just thinking,” Shaggy said defensively, putting the condoms back where he got them. “I know that Fred’s using condoms – I saw the box in his suitcase when I took everything up to our room earlier – so I thought if he and Daphne are using condoms then maybe we should think about it too.”

“We are not Fred and Daphne,” Velma pointed out, tossing her sweater to the floor and working her way down the buttons of her blouse. “Fashion conscious Daphne Blake is worried about getting pregnant and embarrassing Fred, herself, and her parents when the baby starts growing in her belly. I, on the other hand, am not that concerned about getting pregnant and having your baby, Shaggy. Besides, scientifically speaking, the odds are that a girl won’t get pregnant. Do you know how many couples try for years to get pregnant? I’m pretty happy with those odds.”

“It may take some couples years to get pregnant,” Shaggy said, “but what about the other couples who get pregnant with just one fuck?”

“I still like the odds,” Velma replied, “and like I said, it won’t bother me if I end up getting pregnant. On top of that, the chance that you could knock me up makes me feel even hornier.”

“I guess I can understand that,” Shaggy said watching closely as Velma wriggled out of her blouse and tossed it on top of her sweater. “But, Velma, I didn’t know you were a gambler.”

“If you think about it, all scientists are gamblers,” Velma shrugged so that her surprisingly large tits bounced in response. “We all gamble that our ideas and theories will work when we run our experiments. Shaggy, why are you still dressed?”

“Sorry, Velma, I just get so distracted watching you get undressed that I forget to take off my own clothes,” Shaggy rushed to pull his tee shirt over his head and then kicked off his shoes so he could drop his pants and underwear to the floor next to Velma’s clothes. By the time he was done Velma had removed the rest of her clothes so they both sat down on the edge of the bed totally nude.

“Zoinks, Velma, I still can’t believe that you manage to hide those big beautiful tits under that bulky sweater you’re always wearing,” Shaggy said, stroking his friend’s perfect breasts until her nipples popped out so he could suck them.

“Well jenkies, I can’t understand how you manage to hide that huge cock in those shabby pants you’re always wearing,” Velma said, stroking Shaggy’s prick so that he shivered with pleasure.

“I guess we’re as well matched in our shabby clothes as Fred and Daphne are in their fashionable clothes,” Shaggy giggled.

“I don’t know about that,” Velma said, pushing her glasses up on her nose, “but I know what I like and you have it.” Shaggy giggled as Velma stroked his shaft and then leaned down to kiss the tip of his prick.

“And you have what I like,” Shaggy finished, giving Velma’s tits a quick squeeze before he ran one hand down her belly to her wet slit where he rubbed her clit.

“And now we’re going to do what I’ve been wanting to do for weeks,” Velma said, rolling onto her back and opening her legs invitingly. “Fuck me, Shaggy, pop my cherry and fuck me like crazy.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Shaggy chuckled. With Velma’s encouragement Shaggy crawled between her thighs until his cockhead was buried in the thick fuzz of pussy hair surrounding Velma’s drooling cunt. Shaggy took a deep breath and looked deep into Velma’s eyes as he guided his cock between her hungry pussy lips. Shaggy sunk his cock into Velma’s pussy and he felt the outer lips part to let his cock slide into her fuck hole. When he felt his cock hit the barrier of Velma’s hymen and he paused, waiting for Velma to give him to okey.

Velma gaped at the way her pussy stretched around the head of Shaggy’s cock. Finally she realized that Shaggy was waiting for her to give him the final approval before he popped her cherry and she gave him an enthusiastic nod. “Do it, Shaggy,” she growled, “pop my cherry and fuck me, fuck me now.”

“If you say so,” Shaggy said, shoving his cock deeper into Velma’s welcoming pussy. For a second he felt Velma’s cherry resist his efforts, then it finally gave way. Shaggy shoved his cock all the way into Velma’s drooling cunt until their pubic hair meshed together and his cum filled balls bounced off her ass cheeks.

“Jenkies!” Velma yelped. “I didn’t think it would hurt that much to lose my virginity, or feel this good to have your cock buried all the way in cunt.”

“Zoinks, you’re right,” Shaggy agreed, “I never realized it would feel this great to have my cock in your pussy. But now it’s time to start sliding in and out of you cunt and see how that feels.”

Instinctively Velma squeezed Shaggy’s cock as he pulled it out of her pussy and she gasped with pleasure when he shoved it back into her pussy. She let out another gasp of pleasure when Shaggy leaned forward to suck her tits while he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her slit again and when he slammed forward again she cried out with pleasure.

“Jinkies, oh jinkies, oh jinkies,” Velma cried with every thrust of Shaggy’s cock in her hot wet cunt. Between Shaggy’s deep thrusts and constant sucking on her ripe tits Velma could feel something growing deep in her belly and she realized that it must be an orgasm, and she could tell it was going to be a big one. “Jinkies, Shaggy, I never imagined fucking would feel this incredible.”

“Zoinks, Velma, I think it’s about to get better,” Shaggy said, reluctantly taking his mouth away from Velma’s nipples. “I’m going to cum, are you sure you want me to come in your pussy?”

“Do it, Shaggy,” Velma managed to gasp, “I’m about to cum too, and I don’t want you to pull out until my whole body explodes.”

“Whatever you want, Velma,” Shaggy growled, shaking his head at the chance they were both taking, but enjoying Velma’s tight slit too much to argue with his friend.

With his last thrust Shaggy tried to bury his cock as deep a it could go into Velma’s clasping cunt and his balls exploded, shooting his cum deep into the brunet’s ripe belly.

When she felt Shaggy’s cum flooding her womb Velma clamped her whole cunt around his buried cock and her orgasm exploded from her belly. Velma’s whole body was shaking and shivering through her orgasm and she had to wrap her arms and leg around Shaggy’s body when her body started to shake itself off the bed.

“Jinkies, that was great,” Velma panted. “I can hardly wait for the next time.”

“Zonkes, me either,” Shaggy agreed, kissing Vellma. “But if our luck runs true to form the phantom bellhop is going to show up for the chase any minute so we better get dressed before Scooby starts screaming in terror.”

“You’re right,” Velma sighed, pulling her panties on and patting the wet spot where Shaggy’s cum oozed out of her slit, “but promise me we’ll fuck again before this weekend is over.”
“Oh, we’ll fuck again, and again, and again,” Shaggy promised. “I’ll find a way to fuck you again this weekend even if I have to tell Fred and Daphne that we’re fucking so they’ll let us have a room to ourselves.”

“But you won’t, right?”

“Right,” Shaggy agreed, pulling the last of his clothes on just as Scooby started screaming for help. Chapter 2

“Come on, Daphne,” Fred said, loud enough for everyone in the lobby to hear, “why don’t we start by checking our own rooms.”

“They’re already gone, Fred,” Daphne pointed out, “you don’t have to give an excuse to the rest of the gang why we’re going into our room.”

“I guess I’m just a little nervous about finally getting to fuck you,” Fred whispered.

“I’m nervous and excited too, Freddie,” Daphne shivered, “but if we don’t act normal Velma and Shaggy will realize something’s up between us. So stop trying so hard to seem so innocent.”

They got to their rooms and Daphne used her key to open the door to the room she shared with Velma. She stepped into the room and then reached out to grab Fred by the collar and pull him into the room while he tried to look innocent by whistling nonchalantly in the hallway. “Come in here and stop acting so innocent.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Fred asked as he looked around the room like he expected someone to jump out and surprise them.

“I’m ready,” Daphne said firmly, “are you? Did you remember the condoms?”

“Yes I did,” Fred said, holding the foiled strip of condoms so Daphne could see them. “You said we couldn’t fuck unless I remembered to bring them. But I still don’t understand why we need them, if we’re going to fuck why don’t you just go on the pill?”

“Because I don’t want my parents to find out that we’re fucking,” Daphne said. “If I go to the free clinic I can go on the pill without telling my parents, but I still have to hide the pills and I just know my parents will find them.”

“And my parents won’t find my condoms?” Fred asked.

“You’re a guy, your parents expect you to do things this, but my parents expect me to be their innocent little girl forever.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Fred sighed, “it’s not fair, but it makes sense.”

“So,” Daphne said, looking at the string of condoms in Fred’s hand, “do you think you have enough?”

“I don’t know,” Fred shrugged, “I wasn’t sure how many we’d need for the weekend, but just in case I have another whole box in my suitcase.”

“I guess that will be enough to get us through the weekend,” Daphne decideed.

“If it isn’t I can always buy more,” Fred pointed out cheerfully.

“Let’s see what we can do to put those condoms to good use,” Daphne said, pulling her scarf from around her neck and carefully folding it before she placed it on the chair next to her bed.

Fred set the condoms down on the bed and removed his ascot, revealing several hickies along his neck. “Oh my, it looks like this one is starting to fade,” Daphne said, “let me take care of that.” On tiptoes Daphne planted her lips on the fading mark and sucked hard enough to leave a fresh bruise. “And everyone thinks your ascot is silly; if only they knew the real reason you wear it.”

“Well I’m glad they don’t,” Fred said, “if Shaggy and Velma knew about the two of us it would be end of Mystery Inc..”

“Fred, I don’t think the gang is going to split up just because Shaggy and Velma find out what we’re doing. But, I think it is a good idea to hide the full truth from them.” As she spoke Daphne continued to undress, removing her fashionable shoes and stockings and placing them under the chair and then removing her purple dress and placing it carefully on the back of the chair.

With nothing but her lacy panties and bra left Daphne turned to see how Fred was doing and found him examining the carpet in front of the room’s built in bookcase. “Fred, what are you doing?”

“Look at the carpet here,” the blond teen said, “you can actually see a track through weave. I bet there’s a secret passage behind this bookshelf. All we have to do is figure out how to open it.”

“Freddie, that can wait,” Daphne said, “fuck now, investigate later.”

“Oh, right. Sorry about that,” Fred apologized, he quickly removed his own clothes and turned to watch Daphne remove her last two items of clothing while he watched.

“Well, it looks like you’re ready,” Daphne said, grinning at Fred’s obvious erection.

“Ready and willing,” Fred agreed, eyeing Daphne’s perky tits and red furred pussy. “Are you ready to start? Or do you want to do something before we fuck?”

“Foreplay would be nice,” Daphne said, “would you like to eat my pussy before we start fucking?”

“Sure,” Fred said, stepping forward to stroke Daphne’s breasts, “I wouldn’t mind playing with your tits either.”

“That does sound like fun,” Daphne shivered at Fred’s touch. “Why don’t we do it this way, you lay back on my bed and then, after I put a condom on your cock, I’ll straddle your face so you can eat me out while you play with my tits.”

“That does sound like fun,” Fred said, arranging his long athletic body on Daphne’s bed. “And once you’re ready you can sit on my cock and pop your own cherry.”

“Exactly,” Daphne agreed, straddling Fred’s chest and scooting her way up until the blond boy could reach her cunt with his mouth and her breasts with his hands. Fred took a few seconds to enjoy the view of Daphne’s well trimmed pussy hair and he could see that the red hairs were already moist, and even as he watched another drool of pussy juice oozed out from between her pussy lips. Even so, Fred wasn’t going to say anything if it meant that he’d have a chance to eat out Daphne’s virgin cunt one last time.

“Oh yeah,” Daphne hissed with pleasure as she rotated her hips around Freddie’s lips while he ate her hot cunt and played with her breasts. “Oh, Freddie, you know just what I like,” Daphne purred when Fred ran his tongue up her slit and tickled her clit with the tip. At the same time Fred was playing with Daphne’s tits, stroking and squeezing them until her nipples popped erect so he could tweak them.

“Oh, Freddie,” Daphne moaned, “you’ve got me so hot I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me, Freddie, fuck me and pop my cherry.” As she spoke Daphne worked her way down Fred’s body until she was poised over his erect prick.

“You’re in control, Daph,” Freddie pointed out as he continued to play with the red head’s firm tits. “Whenever you’re ready, you can pop your own cherry with my cock.”

“Right,” Daphne growled, licking her lips nervously as she guided Fred’s sheathed cock to her slit. With one last breath Daphne slammed her hips down so hard that the bed groaned in protest.

With one quick thrust Daphne’s pussy lips swallowed Fred’s cock to the root and the teenager swallowed hard against the scream of pain as she lost her virginity. “Daphne, are you alright?” Fred asked, catching her by the shoulders before she could fall over.”

“I’m fine, Fred,” Daphne panted, “I thought it would be a good idea to get rid of my cherry all at once, but I didn’t realize it would hurt that much. But now that we’re past that, let’s start fucking for real.”

“Oh yeah,” Freddie grinned, “now ride my cock, cowgirl.”

With a broad smile of her own Daphne flexed her thighs and slid her pussy up Fred’s shaft until only the head was still caught between her cunt lips and then lowered her hips back down until their pubic hairs meshed. She repeated the motion, picking up the pace with every stroke until the bed springs let out a rhythmic moan to match the one that issued from Daphne’s mouth.

Once Fred was sure that Daphne wasn’t going to fall over he shifted his hands back to her breasts and continued to play with her bouncing tits as he lifted his hips off the bed to meet Daphne’s hips with every stroke.

“Oh Fred, oh Fred, oh Fred,” Daphne moaned every time Fred’s cock slid into her belly. “Oh Freddie, this feels so incredible. If I knew fucking felt this great I would have fucked you weeks ago – no, months ago.”

“I wanted to fuck you years ago,” Fred groaned, “I just wish I didn’t have to wear a condom to do it.”

“The condom won’t be forever, Freddie,” Daphne promised. “Sooner or later my parents will finally accept that we’re a couple, and then they won’t care if I get pregnant with your baby. But right now they aren’t ready to be grand parents, so we have to take precautions.”

“I still wish I could actually feel your pussy on my cock,” Fred sighed, “this condom just gets in the way.”

“Only for now,” Daphne grunted, she could feel her orgasm starting to build between her pussy and her stomach and she knew it wouldn’t be long before her whole body exploded with pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, Daph,” Fred gasped.

“So am I, Fred. Keep going, since you’re wearing a condom you don’t have to worry about pulling out. Just let it go and I’ll cum with you.”

“Here I cum,” Fred screamed, grabbing Daphne’s hips and holding her tight against his body as his cock jumped in her clamping fuck hole and sprayed his cum into the protective condom.

“Oh. Fred, that was wonderful. You were wonderful,” Daphne whispered in Fred’s ear as she slid off his cock and snuggled up against him.

“It will be even better when I’m not wearing a condom,” Fred suggested before he kissed the naked girl. “And before you say it, I know our parents aren’t ready to be grandparents. Before my parents went out to a party the other night I saw my mom looking at herself in the mirror and she was obviously concerned about every possible age line and grey hair. I think the idea of being called Grandma would freak her out.”

“What night did your parents go to that party?” Daphne asked as Fred ran his fingers over her quivering tits.

“Wednesday, why?”

“Because my parents went out the same night,” Daphne said thoughtfully. “You don’t suppose they were going to the same party, do you?”

“Somehow I don’t see them socializing with each other,” Fred said after thinking about it for several seconds, “but I guess it’s possible. But that’s a mystery for later, right now we have to get dressed and get back to the phantom bellhop. And I think we should start by checking out that secret passage behind the bookcase.” Chapter 3

“Careful, Fred,” Velma called from the back of the Mystery Machine.

“Sorry, Velma,” Fred apologized, “I had to swerve or that other car would have sideswiped us. That driver was all over the road.”

“Well another swerve like that and my lunch will be all over the back of the van,” Velma said with a hard swallow. Daphne turned to look at her friend and saw how green her face was.

“You better take it easy, Freddie,” Daphne told her secret lover, “I don’t think Velma’s joking.

“Okey, I’ll slow down,” Fred agreed, taking the pressure off the gas peddle so the van slowed down on the dark road. “But just so you know, we’re already running late, at this rate we won’t get to the mansion until ten.”

“Better late than to have Velma sick all over the back,” Daphne pointed out.

“Are you sure you’re okey, Velma?” Shaggy asked. “Maybe you should have stayed home if you’re feeling sick.”

“I’m not really sick,” Velma said, swallowing hard when the van took a curve in the road. “My stomach just feels a little queasy, that’s all.”

“Rar you sure, Relma?” Scooby Doo asked, getting a good whiff of Velma’s scent. “Roo smell . . .”

“I know what I smell like, Scooby,” Velma cut off the great Dane. “If you know what’s good for you, you won’t say anymore, and I’ll give you a Scooby snacks to keep quiet.”

“Two” Scooby suggested.

“Okey, two,” Velma agreed, pulling the box out and tossing two snacks so he could catch them in his mouth, smacking his lips in appreciation.

“Are you going to tell the rest of us what Scooby just sniffed out?” Shaggy asked, taking Velma’s hand behind the level of the front seat so Fred and Daphne couldn’t see what they were doing.

“I’ll tell you later when we’re alone,” Velma promised Shaggy in a whisper. The rest of the gang couldn’t hear what Velma was saying because a police car zoomed past the Mystery Machine with its siren wailing away.

“Wow, I wonder if they’re after that other driver,” Fred said as they police siren faded away.

“If they are they’ll never catch him on these back roads,” Shaggy said. “Isn’t that the way to the mansion?”

“It is,” Fred nodded, “but there’s plenty of other places along this road. The driver and the police may not have anything to do with us.”

“You’re kidding, right,” Shaggy laughed, “when was the last time we weren’t involved in a mysterious police chase?”

“You’re right,” Fred sighed, “knowing our luck we’ll arrive at Gridley Manor just in time to see the ghostly driver jump out of the car and disappear into the nearby graveyard.”

“That sounds like our kind of luck,” Shaggy agreed. “So tell me again, why are we going to another creepy mansion? I thought we had enough ghost chasing with the phantom bellhop last month.”

“Well the phantom bellhop turned out to be the actual bellhop using the legend so he could sneak around and rob the hotel guests,” Fred pointed out, “so he doesn’t really count as our ghost quota. My cousin Henry is the caretaker at the mansion and when strange things started happening he thought perfect investigators for the case.”

“Sounds like the perfect mystery for us,” Shaggy giggled nervously, “I’m glad I remembered to pack my sneakers.”

“I just hope Relma has runty of Scooby Snacks,” Scooby added.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Okay, Velma,” Shaggy panted in his high pitched terrified voice, “the ghost is gone. We should have a few minutes before he comes back and finds us is this room.”

“It always seems to work that way, doesn’t it,” Velma said thoughtfully. You don’t suppose all these ghosts and monsters we always hunt have some kind of union rules about when and how they have to hunt us down, do you?”

“Now that would be something, don’t you think Scooby?”

“Rah, rah,” Scooby chuckled. “Raybe the rhosts are on a coffee reak.”

“What do you think, Velma,” Shaggy asked the brown haired girl as she sat down on the old bed and coughed at the cloud of dust that rose from the blanket.

“Forget I mentioned it,” Velma sighed.

“So, now that we’re alone are you going to tell me what Scooby smelled earlier? Or are we just going to fuck?”

“Both, I hope,” Velma said, pulling her bulky sweater up and tossing it to the floor.

“Wait,” Scooby said, looking from Shaggy to Velma and then back again, “Rou two rar rucking?”

“Sorry, old buddy, we were trying to keep it secret from Fred and Daphne but I guess we should have trusted you.”

“Rue got rhat right,” Scooby said, sitting on his hind quarters and crossing his front paws in front of his chest.

“I’m sorry, Scooby,” Velma said, “do you want to stay and watch? You already sniffed out what I’m going to Shaggy.”

“Rell I’m rot roing to rook for the ghost,” Scooby stated.

“So what did you want to tell me?” Shaggy asked, sitting down next to Velma before he started removing his own clothes.

“Shaggy, take a good look at me and tell me if you see anything different,” Velma removed her blouse and tossed it to the floor next to her sweater before she crossed her arms under her breasts.

“I don’t think so,” Shaggy finally replied after looking Velma’s almost naked body over from head to toe.

“Look at my breasts, Shaggy,” Velma said. “See how they’ve grown almost a full size in the past month?”

“Just that much more to play with,” Shaggy snickered, reaching out to tweak Velma’s nipples. “Isn’t this just normal growth?”

“Roh Rother,” Scooby muttered.

“What?” Shaggy asked in confusion.