#of athletic men who aren't ALWAYS flexing

[kikker-oma]

art requests you say? may I request a sleepy Four?

[beautification-tales]

Rebecca, a short, nerdy, and weak girl, had always imagined herself as a professional wrestler. She had spent countless hours practicing moves in her basement and idolizing the larger-than-life personalities that graced the Extreme Pro Wrestling (EPW) stage. Determined to make her dream a reality, she scoured the internet for any information on how to land a tryout. Months of relentless searching finally paid off when she stumbled upon a obscure email address belonging to one of the EPW coaches. In a bold move, she sent an email detailing her passion for wrestling and pleading for a chance to audition. To her surprise, not only did the coach respond, but they also gave her a date and time for the tryout. Rebecca couldn't believe her luck.

The day of the tryout finally arrived, and Rebecca nervously made her way to the EPW training center. As she waited in the lobby, she began to question her decision. The other girls who were trying out were all tall, muscular, and oozing charisma. In comparison, Rebecca felt small, weak, and unremarkable. Her self-doubt was only amplified when she was finally called in to meet with the coaches. They took one look at her and shook their heads. They told her that she had the heart and determination they were looking for, but her physique simply wasn't up to par with the standards of the company.

Rebecca performed all the basic moves that she picked up from years of watching. She hit the ropes right and was able to take bumps and sell. She easily began to sweat as one coach called her to a corner of the gym.

"Look kid, you've got heart. You've got the drive. But you need to look the part," he told her. “You have to look to the crowd and make them believe you can beat anyone. While making the men drool over you. You're not quite there yet. But we can help you wit that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out small vial filled with a clear liquid. "This is an experimental steroid. It'll make you stronger, faster, and maybe add a few needed curves. And who knows? Maybe it'll give you what it takes to make it big in this business." He held it out to her, the silver cap glinting in the dim light.

Rebecca hesitated for a moment, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She had never considered taking steroids before, but she knew this was her one chance to make it. She took a deep breath and reached out, grasping the vial tightly in her hand. "I'll do it," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'll take the risk. Just give me a chance."

The coach smiled, a gleam of approval in his eye. "Alright, kid. But remember, it's an experimental drug. The effects aren't guaranteed, and there could be side effects down the line. But we think you're strong enough to handle it." He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder before nodding toward the locker room. "Go on, get changed into something more comfortable. Then come back out here and we'll see what you look like after a shot of this stuff."

Rebecca hurried into the locker room, her heart pounding with excitement and fear. She took out the vial. She removed her baggy shirt revealing her petite frame as she sighed at her reflection in the mirror.

She drew the needle and carefully injected the steroid into her muscle. As soon as the liquid entered her body, she felt a surge of energy flow through her veins. She flexed her arm and felt her muscles tighten and grow. Her face flushed with excitement. She couldn't believe it was really happening. Her vision became blurry as she took her glasses off and saw everything clearly.

Rebecca grunted “Whoa this stuff really works!”

Rebecca began to feel the full effects of the steroids coursing through her system. Her muscles swelled and hardened, and she grew three inches taller. Her once gangly legs now had the definition and strength of a seasoned athlete yet still had the grace and femininity of a dancer. Her short black hair grew longer as it flowed down her back.

She looked down at her body and gasped. She had thicker thighs as she peeled off her sweatpants. Her once loose underwear was now tight upon her body as she smiled with glee. She turned her head to witness her ass gain more mass as it became a mound of muscle and fat. Rebecca curled her lips as she purred in enjoyment of the sight. Her back began to ripple with new power as the steroid multiplied muscle all over. “Unnnh yes!” Rebecca moaned. “Make me strong…. Make me fucking sexy!”

Rebecca shuddered feeling a great amount of pleasure as she flexed in the mirror. Her arms definitely were no longer sticks but packed with power as her biceps looked perfectly symmetrical. She looked at her abs that looked chiseled from stone.

Her breasts, however, were the center of attention. They had sprouted from her chest like blooming flowers. They were bigger now, fuller and rounder. Her once flat chest had been replaced by a pair of perfect, round orbs that made her feel more womanly. They jiggled slightly with each breath, drawing attention to her newly defined cleavage. Rebecca couldn’t help but feel as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

“I’m a star!” She squealed. It took a good amount of willpower for her to stop staring at her body as she exited to return for her tryout.

The other girls in the gym watched in awe as Rebecca walked back out onto the floor. Her movements were confident and powerful, unlike anything they had ever seen before. As she began to perform the drills, the other coaches joined in, all of them unable to tear their eyes away from this incredible display of athleticism and grace.

Rebecca's muscles rippled with every movement, her strength evident in every leap and spin. She executed each drill flawlessly, her coordination and agility far surpassing anything the coaches had ever seen from her before. Even the most experienced gymnasts on the team couldn't help but feel a hint of envy as they watched Rebecca soar through the air, her body seemingly weightless and effortless.

The coaches exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of awe and disbelief. They knew that they were witnessing something truly special, something that could potentially change the course of the entire season. As Rebecca finished her final routine, the room erupted in applause, the other girls cheering just as loudly as they would for their own teammate.

Rebecca stepped off the mat, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over her. She had never felt stronger, faster, or more agile in her life. She looked up at the coaches, who were now surrounded by the other team members, their expressions unreadable.

The owner of the promotion , Mr. Jenkins, finally made his way through the crowd. He was an intimidating figure, tall and broad shouldered, with a stern face that often left newcomers feeling uneasy. As he approached Rebecca, she tried to steady her breath and compose herself.

"Rebecca," she managed to say, her voice slightly shaky. "Rebecca Garcia."

Mr. Jenkins nodded, his expression unreadable. "Rebecca," he said, his voice booming across the gym. "I must say, I've never seen anything like that in my entire career. You are truly a remarkable young woman." He paused, taking a step closer to her. "We are going to make you a star. We’ll call you Roxy Garcia.”