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Written by: TiranMaster

Day 1:

Exile was chewing on his ball anxiously as he thumbed the phone in his hand, waiting for one of the other dogs to contact them. "Exile, they're not going to call if you just look at the phone," Hunter said from behind him. The siberian husky blushed as he realized his friend and the leader of the road rovers had been standing right behind him, the golden retriever smiling at him despite the anxiety in his own eyes.

"I know... it's just... it's been awhile since our friends have come home. They said that they might be gone awhile, but we were just sick for a week... and they haven't returned yet! Why don't we go search for them?!" The russian dog looked up to his leader with a mixture of accusation and confusion, but Hunter let out a sigh as he held up a letter in his hand. Exile looked at it in surprise as Hunter smiled sheepishly, the husky grabbed it and read it over. "They... they're fine! Why didn't you tell me about this sooner, Hunter?!"

"Well... I actually just received this just the other day. You were rather busy playing with your ball and honestly... it was just too cute to stop you," the golden retriever laughed. Exile blushed once more as his body started to relax finally, the pair had been waiting for some sort of contact from their comrades, but they'd not received a peep in that week. Their master was currently out on some form of important mission and had been just as long as their allies as he'd been called away on some important errand himself while the two dogs took care of one another.

"Well this is great to hear. So they're currently chasing a pack of wolves in the arctic, that does explain why it's taking so long," Exile laughed. The russian dog felt a huge weight off of his back as he felt his stomach growl, to be honest he hadn't eaten much today... Standing up he suddenly swayed, Hunter stepping up to still him with a helping hand, smiling his usual bright smile. After steadying himself Exile stood on his own once more, rubbing at the back of his head as he smiled sheepishly. "Thank you, Hunter, looks like I didn't quite get over that sickness. I still have a bit of a headache," he chuckled.

Hunter nodded, he knew exactly what his friend was going through, he'd been feeling rather nauseous himself that morning. "Me too, but at the very least we can relax a bit now that we know where the other road rovers are! Now I think I'm gonna hit the gym, I haven't had a good day in the gym for a few days," he chuckled. Exile beamed and nodded back, saying that he would join his leader later in the gym after he'd made himself up a sandwich. Hunter slapped his friend on the back before walking off to the gym, his arms already twitching with anticipation at the prospect of pumping some weights.

While the golden retriever was off to get himself in shape Exile rushed to the kitchen, usually Shag was the one to cook up their food, but that didn't mean the husky didn't have the skills to make a simple sandwich. It only took him a few minutes before he had a decent sized sandwich, layered with three different types of meat and some swiss cheese. He also snagged some chips out of the cupboard along with two cans of soda, his stomach growling at him to snack as he flopped back into a seat. "This'll be a nice lunch," he chuckled. Exile knew that he couldn't eat like this too often or else he wouldn't fit his rear into his suit, but for now he figured it wouldn't hurt to have a nice lunch for once.

The scent of the sandwich was strong enough for Hunter to catch a whiff of it with his canine nostrils, the golden retriever smirking to himself even as he licked his lips. "Dang, I'll have to get some of that later... but for now I've got to focus on the task at hand!" With that he threw some weights onto a barbell, nothing too serious right now, but he wanted to start off with some nice burn as he felt he'd been slacking recently. The dog slipped under the bar and braced his back on the bench and pressed his hands into the metal bar before picking it up and starting to do some reps, letting out even breathes as he sped up his pace. Though Hunter's super speed was an impressive power in itself the golden retriever didn't want to be seen as weak, so he was determined to keep his body in shape as he sped up his workout until he was a blur with the metal lifting up and down in a haze of motion.

Thankfully with the super speed paced workout Hunter was able to work up his muscles faster than the other dogs, but it also came with the drawback of tiring out rather fast as well, but the leader of the road rovers wasn't one to give up. An hour had passed before the dog finally hung up his bar, having thrown a few more weights on the ends of the barbell between reps, his muscles aching terribly as he sat up. "That... that was great..." he panted. The dog's tongue was hanging out of his mouth as the door to the gym opened to reveal Exile, the husky finishing off a fry as he stepped inside. "Hey... weren't you eating a sandwich?"

Exile smiled sheepishly as he stepped inside, sucking the ends of his fingers as he stood before the other dog, rubbing at his belly in satisfaction. "Yeah I was, but I was really hungry, so after I finished off the chips and sandwich I decided to dig through the fridge. I found an uneaten burger and fries, so I decided to help myself," the husky snickered. Hunter shook his head, but he couldn't help but smile at his friend's voracious appetite, and the dog stood up before gesturing to the barbell.

"Want to give it a shot? I'm sure you're excited to work off all of those calories," he said cheerfully. Hunter meant well, he knew that eating too much and neglecting to work it off could lead to a dog feeling morose, and he didn't want his friend feeling that. He did notice an expression of distaste form on Exile's muzzle though as the siberian husky kept rubbing a hand over his gut.

"I don't think so today, Hunter. All that food I ate... probably wasn't the best idea, I think working out would make me chuck everything," he said with a frown. For a moment Hunter thought about talking his friend up into it, but he could tell from Exile's face that the siberian husky was being serious, so he just relaxed and smiled once more as he rubbed his friend's back.

"Alright, why don't you hit the hay then, Exile? I'm sure you can hit the gym early tomorrow, and I can join you!" His teammate gave him a nod and they laughed happily before walking out of the room with arms over one another's shoulders, happy teammates with hardly a concern in their minds.

The pair split off as they reached the hall that led to their rooms, Exile slipped away to head off to sleep. Meanwhile Hunter decided to go hit the showers, after all he'd picked up a pretty ripe scent after his exercise regiment. Grabbing a more casual set of clothes from his room Hunter ran to the bathroom and jumped into the shower, running some hot water and stepping inside after slipping off his uniform. The golden retriever stood under the steaming water, a smile sliding across his face as he stood there letting the water run through his fur, the sweat and stress sliding off of his shoulders in the running water. "Ahhh... nothing better..." he grunted.

Turning around Hunter smiled to himself peacefully as he felt the water running over his ass, his muscles slowly unclenching under the heated water's rush. Taking some shampoo the golden retriever poured it into his hand and started to lather his body down, taking some time to get into his armpits to get rid of any excess scent. He blinked a few times as his headache started to feel more intense, his head aching even as he was showering off. The golden retriever frowned but just shook his head, knowing that it wouldn't be too long before the headache broke, after all he was just getting over the sickness still.

The dog let the soap wash out of his fur as suddenly his head started to pound with a painful intensity, the kind that left dots in one's peripheral vision. The pain was so stark that Hunter felt his stomach churn threateningly, almost a screaming sensation in his head as he fell forward, only barely catching himself as he clutched at his head. A pitiful whine escaped Hunter's muzzle as he bared his teeth, trying to get the awful headache to leave him alone... and then the pain broke. As soon as it had come the pain was gone, Hunter slowly loosening his grip on his head as he stood up... and smiled in a dazed expression. The dog's head suddenly felt far lighter than it had for awhile, it felt REALLY good in fact.

Hunter turned off the water and stepped out, deciding that he was done with showering for the day, his fur still dripping as he stretched his body out. The golden retriever smiled in a daze before slipping his clothes on, he felt soooo much better now that the headache had broken... though he had to admit he felt a bit off still, but he attributed it to the release as he left the showers to get some rest.

***

Day 3:

Stepping back into the base Hunter smiled to himself feeling accomplished while Exile stepped in beside him looking far more weary than his compatriot. There were some leftover crumbs clinging to the collar of his suit from a snack they'd brought along for the ride that he had quickly devoured on their way over, and now he looked like he could sleep for a few weeks. "I'm sorry, Hunter. I'm sure I was more of a burden than I helped...." he grumbled.

The pair had gone out on a mission, a rather easy mission, a few dogs had been turned into cano-sapiens in a small village somewhere in south-america, and so the pair had been dispatched to help tame the group of unruly dogs. While out there they had both kept an eye out for General Parvo, the sworn enemy of the road rovers who had stolen a transdogmafier from the Master, and instead of using it for good like the master had chosen to use it in a quest for world domination. While out there though they had not seen hide nor hare of the general, and had just found the transformed dogs.

They had been some wolf hounds, and had been turned into large mongrels who had barely a thought aside from eating. They had eten the village nearly out of house and home, so the pair had to rush to keep the hounds from eating the poor humans into starvation. The entire mission should've been rather easy as the dogs had hardly a thought aside from eating, but Exilie had been rather useless. The husky had attempted to help, but as they'd run after the dogs in a chase to capture at least one of the three cano-sapiens, Exile had run out of energy only halfway into the run.

It had come down to Hunter having to chase the trio into a corner and giving them a very harsh chewing out, making sure they understood what they had done was wrong. It had taken quite a bit of convincing, and more than a little bruise making before the trio of unruly wolf hounds had settled down. Upon the wolf hounds sulking off out of the town to find their own food Hunter found Exile where he'd left him, the husky panting heavily as he looked up at the leader looking a bit pitiful. They'd barely exchanged any words in the ride back, mostly due to Exile sitting in the back away from the golden retriever, and now back at base he'd finally spoken to Hunter.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Exile! You're still getting over your bug, it's bound to leave you feeling a bit weaker," Hunter said with a small appealing smile. While Exile seemed a little bit more relaxed by Hunter's attempt, the husky didn't look like he totally believed it as he stepped away from the road rovers' leader.

"Next time I won't slow us down like that... I promise," Exile said. His accented voice seemed strong with conviction, and Hunter nodded to accept his ally's promise. Exile smiled weakly as he nodded back at his leader before stumbling off to get some rest... though not before popping into the kitchen, feeling a bit peckish regardless of how he'd done earlier physically.

While Exile walked off Hunter took the moment to return to the computer, reporting their successful mission to whoever provided their missions, though Hunter himself never really knew who they reported to aside from the Master. After finishing up with the report he stood up, popping his back a few times, noting how sore his muscles felt with how much he'd been exercising recently. The golden retriever nodding to himself as he stretched out his muscles knowing that he couldn't give up on working out just because he felt sore. "Time to get the gym again! Then I can hit the hay," he promised himself. So with that he walked off to the kitchen, not noticing Exile sitting in the kitchen, chomping away at a four layered meat sandwich, looking perfectly happy with his food choice as he gobbled it down.

***

Day 6:

Hunter screwed up his muzzle as Exile strolled past him, the pair had been waiting for something to happen all day, but it was already late in the afternoon and nothing had come through in any shape of a mission. Now Hunter was sitting around in a chair with a book, but upon Exile walking past him he could hardly breath as the husky smelled absolutely rank, smelling more like a alley dog than a road rover. "Holy cow, Exile! When did you last take a shower?!" he coughed.

The husky looked at him absently, having looked a bit chunkier recently in Hunter's opinion, but the golden retriever hadn't said anything out of respect to his ally. Hunter would probably bring it up if it seemed to be a problem, but for now Exile was probably just putting on a little weight from their rather relaxed conditions these last few days. Scratching at his chin slowly, Exile seemed to be looking for the answer as he slowly tipped his head to the side, as if to listen to something Hunter couldn't hear. "Umm... a little more than a week?" It wasn't really the answer Hunter had been hoping to hear as he didn't much care for the idea that his allies weren't keeping healthy, and the husky really did smell very musky and grungy.

"Alright, you have to take a shower right now, Exile! This is unacceptable," Hunter growled. The leader of the road rovers jumped to his feet and put his foot down, his face set in a firm expression of command, something not seen too entirely often as for the most part the golden retriever was happy go lucky. It definitely stuck with Exile as being serious, but the thought was rather dull as he scowled.

"I don't really want to," Exile grunted. The husky's voice was lower than usual, slower, as if his voice itself was tired. Hunter had noticed that his friend had been sleeping more than usual, and Hunter was more than certain that he had just slept in his uniform rather than strip it off. "I mean... it's such a hassle. Can't I just... not?" Even the dog's excuses had become lazy, but Hunter wasn't about to let him get away with it as he snagged his friend's ear and pulled him along, must to the protests from the husky.

Marching Exile down the hall, Hunter trapped him inside of the bathroom as he locked the door behind them, folding his arms as he glared at his teammate. "I don't care if the others aren't here, you will be clean! Now get undressed and take a shower," he ordered.

Exile glared back at Hunter, resisting for a bit before finally growling. "Fine... but only if you do too!" he barked back. Hunter knew the answer should've been instantaneous, a simple yes... and yet the dog hesitated. He glanced at the showers, feeling an odd sense of unease in himself, he realized that he smelled a bit ripe himself as he'd neglected to take a shower for the last two days. For a second he thought about just letting Exile go, not bothering with the shower... but then he broke that train of thought as he nodded fiercely in agreement. Exile scowled in irritation but started to undress as Hunter did so himself, soon both dogs naked together as they went into the shower and Exile was forced by the golden retriever to take a shower.

The husky nearly got away with not putting soap on, but Hunter grabbed some soap and scrubbed the suds himself into his friend's fur, making sure to get into the pits as he knew that's where the worst of the scent gathered up. Exile whined the entire time through, scowling and mumbling in his rumbling russian accent, about ready to bolt by the time they both finished their showers. They both felt far cleaner, and yet Hunter felt oddly dirty... as if he shouldn't have taken that shower.

Though Hunter usually took eight to ten minute showers to get a good rinse he stopped the shower at a mere five minutes, and Exile was out of the shower as soon as Hunter reached for the nozzle to turn off the water. By the time he was drying off Exile was already gone, surprisingly fast for his recently lethargic behavior. Hunter thought about telling him off... but then he felt that familiar twitch throughout his body, the need to exercise. He felt like he'd been slacking off today, and though he felt a tinge of doubt and concern for his ally... he decided he would go exercise.

Slipping back into his outfit, not quite noticing that it still carried some of the stink from earlier, Hunter walked back into the gym to start pumping himself up with the barbell. There were plenty of things that were weighing on his mind, like his team... and the fact that he hadn't received a word of contact from them in the last few days. He started thinking about what he might do to get in contact with them, but as he pumped the metal at his shocking speed... he let go of those concerns. The dog needed to concentrate on this, after all he felt surprisingly good whenever he was lifting the metal bar, now weighed down with one hundred and sixty pounds, doing reps at an enhanced rate as he panted quietly. Doing the exercise allowed his mind to lighten up, his thoughts feeling vague... but he didn't mind too much, it felt nice to not have to be the leader, and to just exercise it all away.

While the leader was doing his exercises, Exile had loaded up a plate with four sandwiches and he'd already loaded up the over with an easy bake food from the freezer. As the husky stared at the food he'd put down he suddenly felt a drop in his gut, his eyes widening slightly as he clutched at his belly. He wasn't blind, he'd noticed the bulge there just as well as his leader... "Can... should I eat this much?" he asked himself. The scent of food was already wafting up from the oven, his mind buzzing as he thought about his teammates... about how he'd treated his leader. "Maybe I should..." he started. Then Exile looked to the food again and a tingle ran through his body, something dancing on his lips... and then he smiled to himself as he grinned wide showing off his sharp teeth. The husky started to devour the sandwiches, his tumy growling hungrily even as he was eating, feeling so good by filling up his hungry stomach. Both dogs lost themselves in their activities, both indulging in their activites.

***

Day 11:

Hunter grunted as he glanced at a map he'd brought along for the mission, his suit feeling a bit snug on his body as he shifted around, attempting to strategize. They'd been told to capture a massive dog who'd been attacking vehicles and throwing them off of the road, easily throwing off the flow of traffic. The leader of the road rovers was starting to look rather large in the muscle area, his muscles rippling with every movement in his outfit, but he'd never felt better. In fact even now he was thinking about what he'd do when he got home to exercise more, to pump some more weight... god he was getting bored of trying to make a place.

While the leader of the pair was trying to figure out what they were going to do, Exile was sitting in a chair lounging back with an extra large back of pork rinds, throwing them in his mouth by the handful. "Hey Hunter, do you just wanna get this? I don't think I'll be much use," he burped. The husky didn't even seem interested in what Hunter said as he drew himself up from the chair with some real effort with his stomach swaying as he marched back to their plane to get some of the other snacks he'd brought along.

The golden retriever wanted to gripe at his companion, but he was still trying to make sense of the map. Soon enough though as he was still trying to wrap his brain around some form of plan he heard a long howl, piercing the day with its sharp noise, and the leader of the road rovers growled to himself. "Enough of this!" he snapped. The dog threw aside the map and rushed towards the direction of the howl, his heart beating fast as he felt a sense of excitement that he hadn't felt for quite a while. It was pure adrenaline, and soon he saw the dog, it was huge... easily the size of a bus.

If Hunter had been thinking rationally he would've paused and reassessed the situation, but the dog felt like he needed to do something now. Looking the dog up and down, the golden retriever knew he was smaller... but he could take the dog! So with a howl of his own he rushed towards the supersized mongrel, his heart beating a thousand beats a minute, his face pulled up into an excited grin. He sped up to incredible speeds with his special power, and the large dog hardly had a moment to think before it felt a fist slam into its face from nowhere... and it hurt... BAD.

There was a loud whine and whimper as the huge dog backed up, looking back and forth for the blur that had hit him... but he couldn't see it. There was soon another hit, but this time it was on its side, and this one very nearly toppled over the dog right into the middle of the street. Seeing that it was now in serious danger the dog let out a piteous whimper and suddenly ran away, sprinting towards the forest having decided that it wasn't worth going towards the road anymore if it was going to be attacked by a ghost. "Hey! I wasn't done yet!" Hunter shouted as he finally came to a stop. The golden retriever pouted as the dog vanished in the distance... and finally he started to calm down as he let out a few snorts.

Feeling a bit happy about the turnout now that the blood had stopped rushing to his head, the canine warrior marched back towards the plane, a triumphant grin plastered across his face. Exile hardly looked at him as he climbed back onto the plane, chowing down on some barbeque chips now, looking satisfied as his belly bulged out from the underside of his uniform's shirt. "Knew ya could do it..." Exile said as he chewed loudly.

Feeling a familiar annoyance at his ally, Hunter glared at the husky. "You didn't help in the least, Exile! You've been acting really strange recently, do you even care that our allies haven't come back yet?" he growled.

"Of course," Exile said. His tone was unconvincing at best though as he continued to chew, hardly looking at Hunter as he noticed a particularly seasoned chip in his bag. "Ooo, this one looks yummy," he snickered.

Hunter snorted in annoyance as he pulled the plane off of the ground, already planning on heading back home and getting into the gym. He noticed that Exile was starting to smell rather strong again... but he found that the odor wasn't such an assault on his nostrils anymore. The dog shrugged off the thought as he flew them back home, imagining the barbell waiting for him, his muzzle pulling into a light smile as he rushed towards their base.

***

Day 15:

Walking past Exile on the way to the restroom with a set of clothes to change into, Hunter noticed that the fattening dog smelled extremely ripe today. He took a whiff of the air and hardly grimaced, he didn't find the smell as appealing as he once had... perhaps he was just growing used to it with it being the two of them together without the others? Colleen had always been good at getting them to smell nice, so perhaps without her he was just growing accustomed.

Stepping into the bathroom once more Hunter undressed quickly getting a whiff of his own body, he smelled almost as bad as Exile did. His pits smelled especially bad, he took one whiff... two whiffs... heck even a third whiff of himself... before he blinked and broke away from his armpit. Looking over at the showers he grimaced to himself, he needed to shower... but it didn't sound that great to him anymore. He would rather just exercise, maybe he should just exercise and forget about showering today. "No, I have to," he murmured to himself.

Hunter was more than sure that if he hadn't said that aloud, he might've ignored his own thoughts and just left. So with a bit of sluggishness in his step, the muscled pooch stepped into the shower and turned on the water. The golden retriever wasn't happy at all as he ran the water over his body, some part of him recognized that his opinions had shifted oddly... but whenever he put too much thought towards it he found his thoughts drifting towards weight lifting. He unconsciously flexed his muscles, now very impressive, his body now easily twice the size it had once been.

Both of the dogs had trouble fitting into their uniforms by this point, and Exile had taken to frowning whenever he looked at the uniforms. Though the husky had thought his leader hadn't noticed, he was wrong... though Hunter had more issues now in comprehending the meaning behind it. It felt like things were becoming harder to understand, mostly he just wanted to exercise most of the time, of course he was concerned about his teammates and the missions he was supposed to do... but he couldn't quite remember why anymore.

After three minutes of standing under the water Hunter turned it off, frowning to himself as he noticed a soap bottle standing on the counter. He hadn't used it, and though he COULD turn the water back on... he didn't bother. The golden retriever had washed off plenty in his opinion, though the dog had neglected to really get under his pits along with the lack of soap, so he still smelled pretty ripe... and he didn't mind that much.

Waddling out of the bathing room, Hunter checked in on Exile to make sure he was alright. The husky had already slipped off into a deep sleep though, currently snoring on his bed with his sheets thrown aside and his body hardly fitting on the bed, his belly hanging over the side as he slept with a bag of marshmallows clutched in his hands. The russian dog's room smelled very rank, it carried the scent of days of not cleaning, and there were several discarded uniforms on the ground that had never been washed. The retriever once again caught himself taking a whiff of the scent, his hand vaguely rubbing at his crotch, Hunter not even noticing as he closed the door and went off towards the main area.

The kitchen sink was full of unwashed dishes, Hunter hadn't bothered to touch it as it was supposed to be Exile's job, and the husky hadn't bothered to wash anything in days. The place really was becoming a pig's sty, but Hunter just wanted to exercise, it made him really really happy. Before he could make it to the gym though the leader of the road rovers noticed there was a message flashing on a computer screen, flashing with an urgent symbol. The muscled dog wandered over to the computer and had to take a few attempts at typing in his login, his fingers having grown large enough that it was becoming hard to not hit less than three keys with a single button press. In the end he had to resort to using a pen to type out his login, and soon enough he was looking at the mission report.

"Mission: Several dogs have gone missing in the arctic. Need Road Rovers here. Help needed ASAP." There was far more to the message than that, but Hunter's head hurt reading over the complicated mission briefings, so he kept it as simple as he could when reading it. Hunter frowned as he read the message over, scratching at his head as he tried to take in the information... but found that it all was just too complicated. He should probably talk to Exile about the mission, after all it was rather important...

As he read it over though a thought came to mind, a very simple thought, a thought that had him relaxing quickly. "The others are up there. It'll be fine," he chuckled deeply. It was such a simple answer, and it made all the hard thinking go away... now he could just go do some lifting and relax, no thinking about the hard mission. So with that he turned away from the computer, deciding that he'd tell Exile about it later, and with that he was off to the gym to lift more weights.

***

Day 19:

Exile yawned and stretched himself out, his bed squeaking under his mass, the wood cracking across the frame from his rather immense weight. The husky yawned once more as he slowly pulled himself up, his stomach swinging heavily, he took a long whiff of the air and growled in arousal as he smelled the pure scent of musk hanging in the air, his own musk and stench. The dog dug his hand around his massive gut to fondle his erect cock between his thighs, moaning as he panted happily. He'd stopped wearing his uniform two days prior, after all he couldn't fit in it anymore, and quite honestly... he couldn't stand looking at the road rover icon anymore.

Laying on the floor before him was one of the uniforms laying on the ground completely discarded, shredded after the siberian husky had pulled it off of his immense body. There on the front was the road rovers icon... and it disgusted him, he couldn't even say why, but now whenever he looked at it he got angry. The dog then disregarded it as he grabbed a half eaten pie from the table beside his bed and quickly got to eating it, he didn't know what time it was, but he didn't really care. At one point Exile had been concerned about how much he ate, but now he didn't much anymore, it made him so very happy.

The russian dog hadn't seen Hunter around much anymore aside from the times when he left his room to go to the bathroom, otherwise Hunter was always in the gym. Exile couldn't even bring himself to lift his arm higher than his chest, why would he bother to go to the gym to watch someone lifting heavy objects? He was far happier napping in his room or watching the shows he had recorded on his tv, or the stacks of DVDs he'd stolen from the empty rooms in the hall. He knew that the others hadn't returned, but he didn't really care anymore, the siberian husky just wanted to be alone and relax in his bed.

As Exile dug into his pie, he looked up suddenly as the door opened, Hunter poking his head in. The dog was massive now, honestly if someone were to call him a monster it might not be far off, and yet somehow his uniform still fit... barely. The husky could see seams ripping on the uniform, but it was still clinging to his body nonetheless. "What is it?" Exile burped. The husky had grown rather bored of Hunter's check ins, honestly he would prefer to just sleep all day and be left alone.

"I thought you might want to join me for a mission," Hunter grunted. His voice was far deeper, gruffer, and a bit slower. The kindness was still in his face though even if he looked far stronger, but Exile just shrugged as he wiped his face with the back of his mouth, letting out a loud fart with a chuckle as Hunter looked disgusted.

"I'm good. You go do it, you're much better at that than I am," Exile said. The husky waved at his friend to go away, he had a pie to return to. For a moment it looked like Hunter wanted to say something as he glanced around the russian dog's room, but after a moment he just nodded and closed the door behind him as he left. His heavy footsteps could be heard as he walked down the hall away from Exile's room, and the dog was just about to dig back into his pie... when his head suddenly pinged painfully, a thought... a terrifying thought gripping his head.

Glancing around his room Exile found his mouth slowly opened wider and wider, his eyes widening as the pie fell from his hands and slapped onto the ground. "Oh..." he breathed. Words couldn't describe what he felt as he looked around once more, and then he looked down at himself... seeing what had become of his body. "Oh no... no... what happened?" he whined. The husky knew that something was awfully wrong, and the image of Hunter in his head... that wasn't right! "I have to talk to Hunter!" he grunted. His russian accent suddenly strong, it having wavered recently from the odd effects of whatever had gripped him and his teammate.

Throwing himself up onto his feet, Exile managed to stand up, though it was very hard as his immense weight was unfamiliar to the husky. "Okay... I just... need to get to Hunter before he leaves," he grunted. He turned towards his door and started across the room... but it was far harder than he ever thought it'd be to cross his own room. It was a mess to say the least, trash scattered all across the floor, clothes with various sauces hanging all around. The air was toxic with how smelly it was, and Exile knew he should be disgusted by it... but he found himself oddly excited by it, a disgusting thought in itself.

The husky was only a few feet from the door... when he tripped, his feet bumping over a plate. Normally it would be easy to readjust himself, but with his huge girth it was pointless, and he found himself careening forward... and slammed onto the ground. He grunted as he didn't hurt himself thankfully, but his muzzle landed right on top of a fallen uniform. It had been one that he had worn for ten days straight before pulling off leaving it extremely rank smelling, terribly odorous, perfumed with his sweat, musk, and food.

Exile got a whiff of the terrible garment and coughed... and then took another whiff... and another... and another! The husky picked up the garment and pulled it against his face, breathing it in deeper and deeper as his eyes rolled up in his head, his cock growing so fucking hard as he took whiffs of the awful smelling uniform."F... fuck... so good. Wait... Hunter... need to... nooooo... fucking smells sooooo good, yes... stinky... smells terrific!" The husky's mental defenses were failing, his moment of clarity fading as he was breathing in his personal scent, so disgusting, brutal on the nostrils... and he was getting off to it.

The dog wanted the filthiness everywhere, he rubbed the garment all over his body, across his large belly, through his greasy armpits, and then he started to rub it against his cock. Exile felt some part of him screaming, telling him to stop, wanting him to go talk to Hunter. That part was powerful... but this new Exile was stronger, his mind so corrupted now that he couldn't care as he started to hump against the garment, his pre starting to leak over the uniform, staining the road rovers symbol as he was growing faster with his ministrations.

Feeling his balls swell up larger and larger, his orgasm coming on, Exile bit his lip in excitement as he knew he was about to blow it all out... that last resistance. He wanted it gone, he wanted to be like this forever, it was so much better to not care anymore. Laziness was far more fun, to eat all of the food, and to stink as much as he wanted! Finally he felt it overcome him, jerking the uniform close onto his cock... and he blew his load, all over the road rover icon. He howled in pleasure as he came several times, his glistening red rod spewing it with his juices... until finally it was soaking with his cum, and he dropped it to the floor.

Exile slowly stood up, and panted happily as he licked the lingering juices off of his fingers. "Fuck... that was good. Now where did I put that pie?" he asked. Seeing the pie on the floor he pouted for a moment before shrugging, he had six more in the pantry he bought the other day. With a grunt he threw the door open and waddled out to grab another pie before going back to bed to watch some TV and maybe masturbate more, he didn't care as long as he could just be lazy and relax.

***

Day 23:

The base was quiet save for a small beeping as Hunter wandered through the halls, his suit torn in several places around his body, the retriever's expression contorted into an expression of mild confusion. His head ached... he'd been exercising earlier feeling completely content exercising, but a flash of... something had hit him. The words told him that something wasn't right, that he needed to do... something, something with Exile. So against his better judgement, he was now heading towards the room, the air filled with the powerful scent of trash and the dog's own sweat. Honestly by this point Hunter could hardly remember when he'd last showered, he closed his eyes and took in a deep whiff... he smelled manly and great.

Groping his crotch without a thought, Hunter opened up Exile's door, the retriever coughed and retched as the smell of disgusting trash and food hit him in the face. The room within had become even worse since he'd last gone in, the smell of the room had been mixed with the heavy odor of sex, as if Exile was in rut. The dog was huge, there was no mistake about it, his bed having broken under his weight by this point and yet Exile didn't seem bothered by the fact at all as he slumbered on the bed still, snoring like a motor. He was curled up like a slumbering kitten, his face rather peaceful as he continued to rumble with his heaving snores, his naked body matted with splotches of food and crusted fur.

Once again Hunter's head ached as he knew that something was wrong here, but on the other hand he had the near insatiable need to go back and exercise some more. "E... Exile, you need to be doing more work," he growled. His own voice was deeper, he noticed it, but the thought didn't bother him as much as Exile's laziness. The dog had only left his room these last few days for a snack, otherwise he was in the room. Hunter hadn't bothered him about it as he'd been too interested in his own exercises.

The husky just let out a particularly loud snore as he turned slightly in his sleep, continuing his nap while kicking his leg a few times. The massive mutt disgusted Hunter with his obvious slobbish nature, and yet Hunter was finding it hard to picture him as anything but. "Exile, listen to me! You haven't bothered to move from this bed for anything these last few days!" Hunter growled. The dog did wonder himself why he was just bringing this up, he himself couldn't quite remember bothering to leave the base to do any missions, even though some part of him wanted to.

For a few minutes there was no response as Exile continued to snore... until the husky's eye fluttered slightly to gaze at him wearily. For a moment Hunter felt a jolt of excitement, hoping that his team mate might do something productive, but of course Exile just scowled. "Mmm... why're you disturbing my nap? I was having the perfect dream," he said with a slight stretch. "Also... what is that beeping? It's been getting louder all day, it's really annoying," he mumbled.

Hunter's ears flicked, he's noticed the beeping as well... but it hadn't seemed important until Exile brought it up. He slowly turned and glanced at the door, Exile shocked him as well when the husky slowly clambered out of bed, of course he didn't bother to cover up his nakedness. The pair strolled back through the halls, the floor rumbling slightly with each step from Exile's massive body. Soon enough they came into the monitor room, they both strolled towards the computer to see the source of the beeping... it was the emergency beacon.

"ACTION NEEDED IN ARCTIC REGION! INCIDENT IS CRITICAL, NEED HELP NOW!"

The words were loud, they bore into Hunter's eyes, his heart starting to pound as he gazed at them. "Something's wrong..." he breathed. The retriever knew he needed to do something... THEY needed to do something, or else something bad would happen.

"The others are there, they'll take care of it," Exile said with a yawn. Obviously thinking the situation was taken care of, he took off, not without stopping into the kitchen though.

Glaring into the monitor with fierce eyes, Hunter tried to put things together... tried to add something into the equation. "The others..." How long had it been since they'd left? He couldn't remember... maybe they'd left that morning... maybe? "So hard..." he grunted. The retriever scratched his head as he tried to think... and then he took in a few whiffs of the air, the smell of his own musk... the smell of Exile's strong body odor and filth.

The leader's thoughts started to drift apart as his hand slid down his muscled body, groping at his cock... so fucking hard, so horny... Hunter licked his lips, gazing at the monitor with a blank expression, glazed eyes... "Right... others there..." he mumbled. They had to be there, that's why they sent the others off just that morning. Deciding that that was the correct answer, he decided he was going to exercise... and maybe jerk off...

***

Day 30

The extreme smells of musk, trash, foot, and sweat permeated every corner of the base, the lights dim throughout all of the building. The computer's screen was filled with requests, the sound having been disabled by one of the pair, though neither could remember which had done so. The fridge was empty and left ajar, the cupboards thrown open, the showers left unused, sinks overflowing with refuse that Exile had finally bothered to toss out from his room. Almost every room in the base had been completely ignored, save for two. One currently held the slumbering form of Exile who had seemingly finally hit his maximum growth, laying across the top of his bed.

The only other room in use was the gym where Hunter was pressing a three hundred pound weight with one arm, his body completely naked, and his other arm was currently stroking up and down his immense shaft. The dog had lost any concern of doing such actions in public, moaning as he rubbed his hand over his balls and continued to stroke his shaft. The dog's thighs were stained with previous orgasms, the floor around his feet a small pool of cum. He smiled to himself contently as he couldn't imagine anything better, he couldn't quite remember when he'd last done anything but exercising, his body now monstrous in size made of pure muscle.

At some point during the day Hunter thought he heard doors opening, something out in the building clunking around... but the retriever just believed it to be Exile. The dog moaned aloud as he stroked a particularly sensitive area of his bright red cock, his tongue flying out as he giggled happily, the sensations were mind-blowing... not that he had much of a mind left. The dog hardly remembered anything anymore aside from being a part of the road rovers, the names of each of the team members... and exercise, that was about it.

Even though Hunter had been breathing in the odor of the building for days by this point, he could still smell it as clearly as any, practically tasting it as he snorted in the air with every exertion. The door to the gym slid open allowing for a new face to enter... or rather an old one, one that hadn't seen the base for weeks. Blitz stepped in, the doberman looking particularly pleased as he stood in the room, looking upon his old leader with a sneer on his muzzle. The dog looked a little different than when he'd last come in, he still had that lean muscular frame, though it looked like he'd put on a bit more muscle than he'd left with. He also wore a new outfit, gone was the road rovers outfit, and in its place was a form fitting purple rubber outfit, a catsuit to be precise. Around his waist was a belt, just about a prominent bulge, the letters upon it read CC.

Looking over at him, Hunter gave the doberman a vague glance... his eyes narrowing slightly as he remembered him... though he looked different... "B... Blitz?" he grunted. The dog was shocked by his own voice, he hadn't used it in a few days, honestly it was a pain to talk now, it was easier not thinking about words.

Blitz gave him a degrading smile in recognition, it was now that Hunter realized there was something else off... his ears. Over his normal canine ears were a pair of mechanized cat ears, a sight that put off Hunter, slightly waking up his mind as he finally removed his hand from his cock, though his other arm continued to pump the barbell. "Sorry Hunter, but that's not my name anymore..." A shiver ran down Hunter's back, his cognition starting to start up once more as he realized that the doberman's signature german accent was gone. "It's Bells now, Master Parvo decided that we should have cats' names now that we're no longer road rovers."

"Parvo... cats... your voice... what's happening?" Hunter growled. He was attempting to piece things together, but his mind was aching so much... he just wanted to not think.

"Master Parvo had taken us all in, Hunter. He has chosen us to become his personal guards, his musclemen! As for my voice Master grew tired of such an obnoxious accent, so he trained it out of me! I took to the training the best as well, so he decided to make me the official leader of the corrupt catz!" Bells snickered. The dog's expression wasn't anything like the bumbling doberman from before, he was gone, this was a new dog... he was a cat loyal to Parvo. "Don't worry though, Hunter. He didn't leave you or Exile out either... he transmitted the very signal that converted all of us into the base. It took longer since it was widespread, but neither of you noticed. Now it's too late to get it out of your heads, I'm sure you've noticed the lifestyle changes you've both had."

Hunter let out a vague growl as he finally set down the barbell, he was starting to get a picture of what had happened, though it was still too slow to really get angry just yet. Bells chuckled as he rubbed his sizable bulge, his own scent mingling with the strong scent of the room, Hunter catching a whiff of the other male's musk only serving to rile up Hunter's lust. "You feel that, Hunter? Master decided to make all of us men gay, to make all of you fall under your Alpha's heel... my heel," Bells growled. Hunter blushed as he knew that he'd been feeling odd, but he'd hardly realized that he'd been turned gay, his minor dealings with Exile had been minimal enough for him to never catch on.

Finally climbing to his feet, Hunter felt a little off, his limbs felt heavy... his body not quite acting right. He now noticed a trill noise in the air, it was loud, it was annoying, and it drilled right into his head. "You hear that?" Hunter nodded slowly, he could hear it, it hurt his head... it made things even harder to understand. "That's the sound that you've been hearing for weeks now, but now it's turned up, turned up so you can hardly stand to move. You just want to stay right there, isn't that right, boy?"

"Uh huh..." Hunter grunted. That's all he could say, that's all he could do, he just stood there... and looked at Bells dumbly.

"Such a good boy, listening to my commands, you'll make a great addition to the catz. Shag will be a great mate for you, or rather Silly will. He's just as big as you, you two will get along great, fucking all night, waiting for your next command... when you two aren't training your bodies that is," Bells chuckled. Hunter ground his teeth, he tried to break himself out, somehow all of this was making him far more conscious than he had been for weeks now. He recognized all horribly wrong everything was, and yet he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.

"Before I complete your conversion though, I should show you how good a boy Exile is now. Eddy, come in boy!" The door slid open and Exile... or rather Eddy came in, he was now also in a purple outfit. Honestly it was shocking that anything could fit on the giant dog now, but it was made to fit all over him. His crotch bulged obscenely, the belt wrapped snuggly around his giant gut, and over his ears were those cat ears just as they were on Bells' head. His eyes though were different, they were glowing purple and swirling, his face pulled into a goofy smile. "Such a good boy, Eddy was sleeping when I came in, so I just slipped his new ears on. You see, Hunter, these ears are how Master Parvo converted us. They are a pure signal into the brain, wiping away any personal thoughts, they penetrate right to the brain, telling you to be a obedient corrupt cat. Eddy, what are you?"

"I'm a cat, lieutenant Bells! I'm a good kitty who obeys Master's every command, I will purrrrtect him no matter what! I'm also very horny, sir," he panted. The dog eyed his master's crotch unabashedly, grinning as he awaited Bells' okay.

"I'm sure you are, Eddy, but for now you're going to be a good fat cat and wait." Eddy looked saddened, but nodded just the same, looking forward once more with that same hypnotized expression as he absently rubbed at his crotch, the purple rubber squeaking under his touch.

Feeling repulsed by what he saw, Hunter didn't bother to hide a scathing glare at Bells, trying to command his body to attack the doberman. Any motions he was able to get out of his body though were sluggish at best, his arm barely wiggling under his intense attempt at movement. "Ffffight it... Blitz..." he managed.

For a moment Bells looked surprised before smirking once more, shaking his head in astonishment. "You surrrrprise me, Hunter. Not many can fight the tone... but it doesn't matter, once the cat ears are on your head, you will be a cat, no longer a dog. Doesn't that please you?" Hunter managed to shake his head, and Bells just laughed as he pulled out a pair of cat ears and a belt. "Don't worry about your suit not fitting, the belt creates the rubber and spreads it all over. You'll have a perfect fitting suit in no time flat, now to put your ears on."

The doberman approached Hunter, the dog's mind screaming at him to move, his heart beating faster and faster as he felt rage light up in his chest. This wasn't right, he needed to fight for his freedom! He felt not only rage for his teammates, but at his own humiliation, his immense body just standing there completely naked, his shaft hanging between his legs completely erect! It was all too much, and he needed to protect himself if he wanted to free everyone from the clutch of General Parvo. When Bells came close enough, Hunter was able to channel his rage into his fist... and he punched the cat ears right off of Bells' head.

Bells went flying back, his body thrown quite a distance and he collapsed on the ground. With Hunter's massive body it was no surprise that he had been able to beat off the doberman with such ease, though he did feel bad that he had punched his friend, he would have to apologize when the dog finally came back to his senses. The retriever watched as his ally blinked a few times, looking stunned... and finally stood back up. He looked over himself, and Hunter felt hopeful... until Bells sneered at him once more. "How...?" Hunter groaned.

"Hahaha! Good try, Hunter, but I've been under General Parvo's control for far too long! There is no saving me... Blitz is gone, I wear the cat ears out of pride, to be a cat! One day when you've worn them long enough, you won't need them either, but until then you'll wear them and feel the Master's words bathe your brain with his truth! Now stay still, no more punching!" With that the doberman approached and this time Hunter couldn't gather the strength anymore, his rage had been quenched with that simple act of rebellion, he felt defeated as he realized that Blitz was gone... Bells was the new person in his place.

Hunter looked to Eddy, hoping that he might fight it... that he might save the day, but the fat cat just giggled to himself as he watched with purple glowing eyes. The retriever clenched his eyes shut as he was told to bend over, his body following the instructions, and the ears were slipped over his own. A mind piercing sound broke into his head, smashing through his defences, pouring over his brain.

"MASTER PARVO WILL RULE THE WORLD. I AM A CAT. I AM PART OF THE CORRUPT CATZ. I OBEY ALPHA. ALPHA IS SEXY. I LOVE COCK. I WILL AID MASTER PARVO IN TAKING OVER THE WORLD. I BELONG TO MASTER PARVO. MASTER PARVO WILL RULE THE WORLD..."

"AHHH!" Hunter let out a shout, his eyes clenching tighter as he rocked back and forth, the voice so loud in his head that it shut out everything else. The words carried along with them the same track of hypnotic power that had progressively changed himself and Exile, slamming into his mind like a brick. His body convulsed as he felt any resistance fading fast, his head thrashing in an attempt to get them off, but it wasn't so easy as they'd been designed to clamp on once they were there.

Eddy and Bells grinned at him, Hunter seeing the sight every time he opened his eyes, his heart pounding hard in his chest as he felt the words flowing over his every thought. "Feel free to repeat them," Bells said. Even though his words were soft they somehow broke through the loud words in Hunter's heads, as clear as day.

"ALPHA IS SEXY. I LOVE COCK. I WILL AID MASTER PARVO IN TAKING OVER THE WORLD. I BELONG TO MASTER PARVO..."

The words were the ultimate truth, Hunter knew it to be true, his head ached with how true they were. Any resistant thoughts were overwritten, replaced by those truths, by the words that Master Parvo had placed in his head. "I... I will... aid..." Hunter grunted.

"I AM PART OF THE CORRUPT CATZ. I WILL OBEY ALPHA. ALPHA IS SEXY. I LOVE COCK..."

"Give in, Heart. No more resistance, you don't need to, you know that the words are your supreme truth. Give in..." Bells coaxed. The dog fought... the retriever struggled... he didn't remember his name... Heart... Heart sounded right... Alpha said so... Alpha was sexy...

"MASTER PARVO WILL RULE THE WORLD. I AM A CAT. I AM PART OF THE CORRUPT CATZ."

Yes! He knew it... he knew it all had to be true, Heart was part of the corrupt catz! "Yes... YES!" The dog... rather the cat moaned as his shaft jumped between his legs, a big grin spreading across his face as his eyes glowed that familiar purple. The world made sense, he knew it all to be true, he was a cat! "I am part of the corrupt catz! I will help Master Parvo rule the world!" he laughed. Heart was so excited, he looked to Alpha with adoring eyes. "Right Alpha?"

Bells grinned wide as he rubbed his erection through the suit, obviously excited by the giant dog's fall. "Yes, Heart! Now, it's time for you to don the final part of your outfit." He placed the belt up against Heart's crotch, just above his huge cock, and pressed a button on it. With a ZIP the belt extended both ways around Heart's body, a metal band meeting above his tail. Once that was complete the rubber suddenly expanded from the metal, spreading up and down, flowing over his tail and making it into a big purple tail, wagging crazily as Hearts was too excited to hide his excitement. The words still boomed in his ears, but they were already becoming background noise, booming into his mind rather than just his ears.

The purple catsuit extended until it reached his neck, stopping there, while expanding all over the rest of his body. The new cat chuckled dumbly as his cock was contained with a cocoon of the rubber, part of him felt saddened, but he knew that the Master had wanted it this way. "Do not worry, Heart, your cock can be let out sometimes... as well as your ass, we don't want your rear being empty too long," Bells purred.

This made Heart excited as soon he was standing there, completely wrapped in his new outfit, his new muscles being shown off in all their glory through the skintight outfit. "Purrrfect." Bells looked very satisfied with the results, rubbing his own hand over the new cat's body, Heart panting happily as he felt the touch as if the rubber were his own skin. "You look amazing, Heart. I'm so glad that you've seen things our way... now, you do deserve some punishment. After all, you did punch me... why don't you start by licking out of my armpits?"

Heart couldn't be happier to oblige, he dropped to his knees and leaned down, digging his muzzle into the cat's armpit, the rubber sliding open to reveal a very ripe armpit. The cat started to lick out his superior's odorous pit, enjoying the musky and sweaty valley, snorting and groaning as he came inside of the rubber. Thankfully the rubber absorbed it for reinforcing the material, so he would be fine to cum as many times as he wanted. Bells knew that it would be a little bit before the ship to carry him back to the base with his new companions wouldn't be back for a while, so he ordered Eddy to get on his knees and start to suck him off while he relaxed.

Eddy and Heart both switched off every now and again, getting used to their Alpha's delicious cum, tasting masculine and spicy. Their eyes continued to glow a bright purple as their minds were rewired as their teammates' had been, their cocks growing increasingly full. Every now and again they would cum, the room reeking of their sex as they continued to indulge in the sexual actions, becoming increasingly obedient to their Alpha, and even more excited to service their Master soon enough! Of course Bells wanted to make sure that they were ready to have their asses filled, so while they suckled and snorted their suits formed large rubber dildos in their asses, formed to fit his own cock of course, just so they knew his cock at the very least.

Every now and again the pair would be ordered by their Alpha to recite a phrase, the phrase that would become their chant whenever they stood before their Master Parvo. "WE ARE CATZ! THE CORRUPT CATZ OBEY MASTER PARVO, THEY ARE HORNY SEX ADDLED ANIMALS UNDER HIS COMMAND! HAIL PARVO, HAIL THE PARVO WORLD ORDER, HAIL THE CATS!"