Gene smiled as he drove his truck through the neighborhoods in June. It was the start of summer, which meant his business would soon be blooming. Gene was an ice cream man, and he was well known in this neighborhood. Everyone loved him, especially the kids. Gene stopped as he opened his large window and began to sell ice cream. He especially enjoyed his job because it kept him comfortable in the summer. Finally, the sun started to go down, and it was time to pack up and leave for the day.

"Well, that takes care of that..." Gene said, placing the final ice cream container into place inside of his freezer while watching the cold air blow around each content of flavors. Chocolate, Strawberry, Mint, and many others. He smiled, admiring his work to the highest extent, always thinking about getting the best and selling the goods to his customers. He was about to close the freezer until the peephole of the lid made him caught on to a completely different container in the far back.

"What's this?" He asked, staring in surprise. Gene pulled the container out and looked at it. "There's no label..." He mumbled to himself. He pulled the lid open to see only a scoops worth of ice cream at the bottom. "Huh..." He held it up and inhaled deeply, trying to determine the flavor, but he didn't get anything from it. "That's weird... It's like this has absolutely no flavor to it..." He stared, then shrugged grabbing a spoon. "Might as well finish it though, it looks like it's been in there for quite a while."

He scooped some of the ice cream out, its blue and green strips scraping onto the spoon, and entering into his mouth. He swished the ice cream around, with an aroma of blueberry, and grapes. Gene was humming, the taste of the cream washing down his throat, as he scooped some more, and stuffed some more. As Gene was enjoying the ice cream, however, his body was starting to change, as his hands lengthened into claws, his skin decolorizing into pure white as two of his fingers fused into his palms, leaving behind only three digits.

His digits lengthened, growing pointy at the ends. His work gloves tore from the growth and changed into dark blueish green fingerless gloves. The cold feeling spread to his arms as his gloves stretched into big arm gauntlets that spread all the way to his elbows. His arm muscles thickened some, as they turned pale. His arms soon had the build of a decent athlete, but nowhere near the kind of arms that a bodybuilder would have. The cold feeling in Gene's body spread to his shoulders and torso.

Genes shoulders rounded, his muscles forming nicely, while Gene's shirt sleeves grew outwards into two giant plates. They formed a light blue rim jutting at the brim of the plate, with green spikes popping out of, while its main base formed the plate into a goomba looking shell. Gene threw the spoon away, deciding to scoop the ice cream with his claws instead, while frame began to grow underneath his shirt. His pectorals hardened, straining against his shirt, as they grew into the size of a wrestler.

The rest of his shirt started to grow harder as well as it changed into armor. It grew darker and formed into a dark cyan colored suit. His chest pushed against it so hard, it caused a few cracks to form on the side. His shoes broke open as large claws pushed out from his feet. Gene didn't even notice as his legs started to thicken as well, stretching out his armor nicely. "Mm.." He licked his lips. His teeth started to stretch out, growing pointier, and pushing past his lips giving him an overbite.

Gene felt even more hungry, as his mouth region pushed out into a muzzle, his nose grew into a large pink snout, flaring as he smelled more of the delicious treats coming from the cart down below his ankles, while dark. Gene felt his left eye get scratched up, with the three light blue claw marks covering his skin, while the sound of the carts lid could be heard from his outstretching ears. They grew above his head, pointing outwards, while his hair thinned and formed into 3 spiked up icicles, looking more like a Mohawk.

Gene licked up the remains of the carton he had. "Man, that was delicious! Wonder what it was." He squinted closer and saw a faded word. "Ratcicle. huh, oh well." he shrugged and tossed it aside. Then he grinned looking at the rest of the ice cream he had. "Might as well!" He chuckled as he popped open another one.

Ratcicle went through all of the containers, sucking them dry, while he burped loudly to himself. "I guess this form gave me a huge appetite." He chuckled, getting up from the pavement, and looking around the neighborhood block. It was night time, the moon was out, and the street was quiet. For some reason though, Ratcicle suddenly felt it was too hot for his liking, as a new desire grew inside of him. He needed to go someplace colder. He walked north, away from the town, his job, and his old life, while the idea of the North Arctic circled in his mind.