The Alolan Marowak could barely contain her excitement as she stepped into her room, the steel hydraulic door hissing as it slid shut behind her. Skully had been waiting weeks for that package to arrive. Now, with the brown paper parcel clutched beneath her arm, it was finally here. The Marowak threw herself onto her bed, and could barely contain herself as she tore into the packaging. She didn't have fingers like most other pokemorphs, but by using her hands to grip and her thumb claws to tear at the brown paper, finally her long awaited delivery lay before her.

It was a simple outfit, made of a textured fabric and mesh. It bore the telltale red and black color scheme of the Battle Box, with the organization's recognizable logo of two Pokeball's clashing imprinted over the left breast. It wasn't very concealing, really nothing more than an elaborate halter top with a pair of bike shorts, but it'd be more than enough for Skully's needs. At least, if the outfit worked as the maker promised it would.

It didn't take her long to kick off her gray sweat pants and white spaghetti strap tanktop that she usually wore while exercising, and she took a minute to look herself over in the full length mirror near her door. Though she bore the usual dark purplish scales and pale gray underbelly of a typical Alolan Marowak, her body was a more idealized form of the species. Her svelt frame bore luxurious curves and toned limbs that were expected of a well trained fire dancer, though the bevvy of chiseled muscles carved into her body added thickness to her frame that spoke of her time spent in the Battle Box's personal gym. Her bosoms were also a healthy handful, having grabbed the attention of more than a few men in the past. Not that she ever took advantage of it. Skully's focus had always been on getting stronger, bigger, pushing her limits. Today was no different.

"You look lovely as ever, Ms. Skully." A high pitched metallic voice echoed around the room, startling the Marowak out of her thoughts. She looked over to a screen over her desk, a holographic display rendering all sorts of real time information, such as the temperature, weather, open missions, and active field agents. Right as she cast her eyes on the screen, a cartoonish image of a pink and blue duck face materialized there.

"Terra." Skully grumbled, barely able to keep her annoyance out of her voice. Even though the Porygon 2 never showed any sort of sexual tendencies in the past, the Marowak still found herself instinctively covering her chest with one arm, while covering her loins with the other. "I thought RotomDex installed a block to prevent you from spying on agents in their quarters." she said pointedly.

"With all due respect, Ms. Skully," the Porygon 2 responded in a mirthful voice. " The System Administrator could not program itself out of a washing machine." There was a beeping sound that Skully understood to be how Terra laughed when communicating through the Battle Box's systems like that. 

"I see you have requisitioned another uniform." Terra continued. "Will you be exploding out of this one as well?" The Porygon 2 asked in a teasing voice.

"Terra." Skully said through gritted teeth, doing her best to keep her voice level.

"Yes, Ms. Skully?"

"Leave." The Marowak pressed her thighs together to try to remain decent as she moved the hand covering her loins to point toward the door, even though the digital presence had no need of it. "Now."

"Yes, Ms. Skully." The cheeky Porygon's image couldn't help but offer the female a wink, before blinking off of the screen. 

Skully sighed, walking over to turn the holo monitor off to avoid further interruptions. She took another moment to steal her nerves, before going back over to the new clothes on her bed. She lifted the top into her hands, feeling the cloth against her skin. It was cool, far cooler than the Alolan heat outside should have allowed it to be, a supposed trait of the special fabric it was made of. She pulled it over her head, having to adjust herself slightly as the fabric hugged to her chest, but it otherwise fit well. The bike shorts went on just as easily, the cool fabric hugging her muscular thighs like a second skin. It was actually kind of relaxing, and she made a mental note to the benefits of a fabric that always kept cool in such a hot place like Alola. That wasn't what she had bought it for, though. Next up was the real test.

The Marowak walked over to a glass display case near her dresser, where her most prized possession lay. It didn't appear to be much. Just a length of bone about three feet from end to end, the femur bone of some long past giant creature. A strip of leather was wrapped around one end to serve as a handle. A primitive tool to be sure, but Skully new it to be much, much more. After opening the case, she took up the bone club in her right hand before walking back over to the mirror. She would never admit it, but she enjoyed this part the most, and wanted to see every part of it as it took place. As she watched, The head and pommel of the club became wreathed in a ghostly green fire, crackling ominously. All the light seemed to be sucked out of the room save for that cast by the fire on the club, it's eery green glow flickering off her body. The fire licked at her hand, but she felt no pain. Instead she could feel that fire reaching into her, and as she looked down the veins on her arm began to bulge to the surface, glowing with that same green light as they trace their way up over her forearm, to her bicep and shoulder. She could feel that fire sliding through her veins, and her heart hammered in her chest with excitement, her breathing becoming quick and labored.

The first changes always seemed to take her by surprise, and this time was no different. She couldn't supress a grunt as her right arm suddenly surged with new power. Lean, toned muscle erupted into huge meaty slabs, stretching her scales tight around her thickened limb and making her veins pop all the more prominently from her flesh, bulging angrily. To any outside viewer it would be almost comical with how disproportionately huge her arm was, but to her all she cared about was losing herself to the feeling of power as it flowed into her from the club. She rolled her head to the side as she felt it flood into her torso, her neck thickening as her traps swelled into mountains. Back muscles bulged and surged larger, forcing her to hunch forward as a mountain of muscle piled itself onto her back. As the power flowed down into her other arm, muscles thickening and swelling to match it's partner, her chest finally caught up with her back. Pectoral muscles surged outward, stretching the fabric of her new top and pressing her breasts almost flat against the slabs of meat her chest had become. Abdominals thickened and the creases of her belly deepened, her waist broadening into a barrel of strength as glowing green veins continued to spider web over her body. The fabric of her top continued to stretch, the mesh spreading to make room for her growing body, and she could feel her spine popping and shifting as she grew taller as well as thicker and stronger. A budding pressure began to develope in her chest, and Skully looked down at herself with bated breath. Now came the real test.

The pressure grew and grew, and as she watched what was left of her breasts began to expand. It always felt like someone had just attached a hose to her and pumped her up like a balloon, and she shuddered with delight as right before her eyes they swelled larger and larger. She could feel the growing weight on her chest, and reveled in the sensation of them becoming fuller, rounder, rising higher on her chest and standing more prominently from her body. They'd surely precede her into a room now, as the orbs swelled larger than her head, the tight fabric being the only thing keeping them from pushing away from each other. This was the real test of her new uniform, and though the fabric creaked as it was stretched tight over her massive chest, the red and black fabric held. 

She'd have been ecstatic, but the transformation of this ghostly energy surging through her was still under way, and there was a lot more growth to enjoy. Even as she internally celebrated her new top holding against the onslaught of her massively enhanced bust, she could feel her bottom thickening within the seat of her shorts, her short stubby tail growing a little bit longer and alot thicker as muscles snaked into her lower body. Thighs that were already pretty muscular to begin with surged into tree trunk sized pillars of chorded muscle, stretching the fabric of her shorts in much the same way as her top had. The swells of her thighs forced the cuffs of the shorts higher on her legs, the fabric creaking as it was forced to suddenly contain a lot more Marowak, but still the outfit held. The empowering strength flowed into her calves, turning them into small boulders before broadening and strengthening her cloved feet to carry the titan she had just become. The growth slowed, and eventually halted, and Skully could tell that her transformation was finally complete.

Skully couldn't help but take a moment to revel in her strength. It was always such a rush to undergo that transformation, and her breathing was like the bellows of a steam engine, rumbling in her chest. She looked at herself in the mirror, and was impressed with the beast that she saw staring back at her. At least,  it might have been staring back at her. Her eyes had become beacons of green fire, glowing with similar intensity as to the unholy fire that still wreathed the club clasped in her hand. While she normally stood at a respectable five feet eleven inches, she had to be at least seven feet of raw power now that she had been filled with the ghostly fire. The Marowak flexed experimentally, and watched as the already massive bicep surged to a new height. Her enlarged bust pressed into the sides of her arms whenever she brought them close to her body, and she arched her back to push her chest out, making those breasts push forward. The top creaked softly, but still kept her body contained. After striking several more body builder poses, Skully was finally satisfied. After having ripped out of the last few uniforms everytime she underwent her transformation, it seems she had finally found a provider that could make clothes that could actually contain her. "Guess the Aether foundation is good for something..." she muttered in a deep voice.

"VWEEEEEEE!" The sound startled the Marowak and she lifted her club as if to strike, looking quickly about the room. She quickly found the source, as the glowing display of her holo monitor stood out in the darkened room. It showed what appeared to be an animation of a party horn going off, before Terra's cartoon avatar popped on screen.

"Congratulations Ms. Skully!" The Porygon 2 cheered. "You finally found a way to stop driving up the Captain's outfitting budget!" The Marowk would have looked dumbfounded if her eyes weren't on fire.

"I turned that off." her deep voice bellowed, as she pointed to the Holomonitor.

"And I turned it back on." Terra responded. "I also took the liberty of documenting your success for a report to the captain." As the Porygon 2 spoke, a video feed appeared on the monitor, appearing to have been recorded from a small camera in the corner of her room as she had dressed, then underwent her transformation. She would have blushed at how Terra had captured her enjoying her changes perhaps a little too much, if the boney white carapace on her head didn't make that impossible.

"Don't you dare..." Skully growled, and the cartoon face of Terra reappeared on screen.

"I have already submitted the report to the Captain. I'm sure he will be most pleased to hear of your success, and will forgive the substantial amount of organization funds you had procurred for your new suit. I imagine he will be reading the report soon, and will be wanting to speak with you." The Porygon 2's avatar again winked at Skully, before disappearing from the screen. Skully surged over to the desk, slamming her fist onto it with such force that the wood cracked and splintered beneath her. 

"Dammit Terra get your ass back here!" She roared at the blank monitor. "TERRA!" but the Porygon 2 was already gone. She stared at the blank screen for a moment, before there was a crackle, and a voice over the PA system.

"Agent Skully, the Captain would like to see you in his office immediately." The words echoed down the hall. Skully turned and looked toward her door.

"Shit..."