Quincy trudged his way into the locker room of the ice rink. It was time for his biggest hockey game of the year, and he was the worst player on the team. He was never able to score a single goal, and he kept falling on the ice. He wanted to quit, but they wouldn't let him. The team mostly just tried to ignore him and play without him. As he went out to the ice, he joined his team as the game began. A few minutes in, Quincy suddenly found himself with the puck, and was frantically doing anything he could. He couldn't pass it to any of his teammates, he had no choice but to shoot. He swung his stick, cracking the puck, and an alarm dinged indicating a goal "ALRIGHT!" Quincy cheered, only for his team to groan in irritation. Quincy looked up and saw he had scored his own net...

Quincy tried to look the other way but even looking at the audience made him feel horrible. He just wasn't good enough for anything. As the game continued, most of his teammates made sure to avoid Quincy, not even passing the buck towards him, managing to get scores on their own. Eventually, the bell rang for halftime, like Quincy, and the rest of the team head towards the locker rooms. Some of the teammates talked to their friends, discussed game, or even chatted about old times. But for Quincy, he sat alone in a corner somewhere in front of his locker. He sighed, opening the door, about ready to take off his hockey suit, and leave. Suddenly, he noticed a package sitting inside with a note on top. Quincy took the note as it read: These will make you a champion. Quincy scoffed at the note, wondering if this was a practical joke, as he opened the box, and found a pair of ice skates. They were pretty large and thick black ice skates, with a white strap across the vamp. He picked the skates up, noticing how brand new they were, and groaned. He was pretty sure someone was camming him but... He might as well try them on. "Besides, I'll make a fool out of myself no matter what I do..."

He sat down on a bench and removed his current skates. once they were off, he picked up the new ones and put those on. As he expected, they were too big for him. And even when he tightened them as tight as they could go, he could lift his foot out with no resistance. "Yup... someone was pranking me... there's no way I can be a champion..." He threw the rest of his suit onto the ground and was about to leave when he noticed just how warm the skates were. "Hm... well they are cozy... but that won't help me..." He tried to get up but stumbled back down. "What the?" He grunted as his feet began to feel tight.

Quincy felt his feet growing, feeling up the extra space his he couldn't feel before, but now his feet were growing around a 12 size. Quincy couldn't believe it, as he noticed his legs were becoming stronger, with his muscles causing his legs to grow longer, and well built. Suddenly, Quincy felt his chest expanding, his pectorals pushing outwards into two giants blocks, his torso broadening, while he grew out a 4 pack of abs. Quincy noticed his skin was beginning to darken, turning towards a light brown, as he felt his arms starting to ache, including an image of a tattoo sketching on top of one of his shoulders.

His skin not only was turning darker, he felt like it his skin cells were transforming as well, as bits of skin tore and formed into feathers, giving him a thick down body across his build. His arms stretched and swelled up with size like a marshmallow in a microwave. They bubbled and grew out in all directions. His legs were much thicker now, and his feet now fit the skates perfectly. He struggled to breathe as his chest began to grow, and grow, and grow. It felt like someone had stuck an air pump into his torso, and turned it up to high! He grunted and groaned as his shirt grew tighter and tighter as his chest throbbed. But it was nowhere near done as his pectorals started to push out of their prison, demanding to be set free. It was beginning to get a little too cramped in this room with his ever growing chest. As his grunts continued, His winced face started to slowly turn upside down into a smirk at the feeling.

Quincy groaned, his spine starting to creak, and causing Quincy to grow around 8 feet tall. He looked down, noticing his shirt pulled up around his pecs, threatening to rip. Quincy grabbed hold with one of his giant hands and tore the weak fabric off. He felt great, the air hitting his torso, as he even ripped off his pants, revealing his naked body. For some reason, no one else in the locker room noticed their teammate now had nothing on, nor even Quincy's chin turned orange, with his mouth region pushing out into a giant beak, while his nose deformed into two nostrils. As he felt his ears shrink into his skin, Quincy's hair melted away, only leaving a small heap of hair forming into a small black ponytail behind his head. As he looked down at his shoulder, noticing the newly formed tattoo with a white hockey mask with two hockey sticks, he grinned, noting his true name forming in his mind.

"Grin!" a voice hollered. He looked up, or rather, he looked DOWN to see the coach groaning "Focus boy! I know you love admiring yourself, and that your the best player I've ever seen, and even that your clothes tend to burst... but we're still in the middle of a game here! We need you to concentrate!" "Sure thing. I'll just grab my spare." Grin spoke in a much deeper voice now. He tore open his locker, literally, and grabbed some clothes. Since the changing rooms were too puny for him, he had to change right here in the open. Not that anyone ever minded of course. The first thing he grabbed was a massive white tank top, which covered his lower torso perfectly while keeping his arms as free as birds, and allowing his pectorals to rest comfortably on the edge of his outfit while still providing quite a show to onlookers.

Grin also took out his white sweatpants, covering over his massive legs, while wrapping his black belt around his pant loops. He clicked the metal buckle tight, holding on to his waist, as Grin took a hold of his giant hockey stick out of his locker, admiring the green, purple, and white colors adorning around the white duck mask of the team mascot. He grinned, hearing the bell ringing for halftime to be over, while he and the rest of his team moved out of the locker rooms.

Grin chuckled as he squeezed through the door. Before he stepped out onto the ice though, he pounded his fist onto his chest, activating a secret button on his tank top. His body shone brightly as he changed into his hockey suit. Two massive shoulder pads appeared on his shoulders, connected by a thick brace that wrapped around the back of his neck. Red goggles formed over his eyes. His pants turned a shade of purple, while his belt turned from black to silver. Two silver gauntlets appeared on his wrists, giving him a much more powerful grip on his stick. Grin chuckled and grinned as he skated out. The entire building erupted with cheers and applause. "Ok listen up," The team said huddling "Grin you need to be a goalie at least until we can tie them, then you can go on offense." "Got it," Grin smirked as he skated back. While being Goalie wasn't as active, it sure was something. Grin squeezed his body into the goal, sealing it off almost entirely.

As the referee whistled, the buck was flying across the stadium, with Grins team pounding on to the other opponents, swishing the buck away from the opposing side with lightning fast speed. However, one of the opponent's team managed to grab a hold of the buck, zipping past each player, and smacking it towards the goal. Grin just stood there, reflecting the buck off of his chest, while it rejecting back into the players face. He fell to the ground, gaining a nosebleed, while he held on around his mouth region. Grin smiled, however, as the rest of the game was basically one-sided. The mighty ducks are quite unstoppable, managing to block every shot, yet getting goals left to right. Grin was proud of his team, admiring how strong, and powerful they truly are.

Finally, someone else volunteered to be the goalie, and Grin finally got out onto the rink for some real action. He smirked as he stood ready. As soon as it began, he immediately snagged the puck and shot off towards the side with it, going around the opposing team with ease. He whacked the puck hard, causing it to fly through the opponent's legs and letting it rest directly at the feet of his teammates. Grin went on the defense using his massive body as a wall blocking the opponents from getting to the puck, letting his teammate score.

Eventually, Grin was side by side next to other teams biggest player, whose muscles were wrestling out of his own gear, while they both pushed against each other. Grin winced, noticing the buck sliding towards him, as he wracked underneath the giant's legs, and causing him to tumble on to the hard ice. Meanwhile, Grin zoomed past, wracking the buck, causing the goalie to jump out of the way, while the buck tore away from the strings. His teammates cheered, trying to pick up the heavy set player, While Grin... Well, grinned.