Just go in with the group

You follow along, too nervous to do anything but go with the flow. The aisle is packed with all nine of you there laughing and pointing out the Breeder pills to Steve.

He acts quickly, while the group is being distracting, and snatches one of the packages off the shelf.

Steve scowls, “Fuck, it’s got an electronic tracker!”

“Just pop it and leave the box, God,” Sam says, elbowing him in the side.

He rips one side open, and shakes the pill into his hand, then hesitates. Jon doesn’t give him a chance to reconsider, he just grabs the pill and shoves it down Steve’s throat, laughing. Steve gags, swallows, and then coughs.

“Atta girl, Steph! Gotta train away that gag reflex!” Jon teases.

Moments later, Steve doubles over, gasping in pain as his body transforms…