Nozomi's Behemoth Butt Technique (Preview) (Patreon)

   “Nozomi Kaminashi, please come in.”

   Upon hearing her name, Nozomi stood up straight with her long, black ponytail hanging behind her. Sticking her hand into her pockets, she wondered what was so important that she would be called away from her daily practice. She paused for a moment, wondering if she had done something wrong or if Ujibe had come up with a cruel way to train her to become a better fighter. Tightening up her white hair ribbon as a form of keeping herself calm, she opened up the door.

   Stepping into the office, she found herself standing in front of a woman in a pristine, black suit and a head of short, blonde hair. The strange woman had taken her spot behind the desk, putting down a stack of papers as soon as Nozomi closed the door behind her. Folding her hands together, the woman smiled as she surveyed the body Nozomi had cultivated from her intense battles and training.

   “Yes, you’ll do nicely,” the woman said, unable to hide her lustful gaze.

   “What are you talking about?” Nozomi asked.

   “Oh, nothing, nothing,” the woman quickly dismissed. “Please sit down. I have some important business to discuss with you regarding your future in Keijo.”

   Whatever sinister things Nozomi suspected of the woman were pushed aside at the mention of her life’s goal. “What kind of business?”

   “My name is Bernice Telwin,” the woman said, putting her hand to her chest, “I represent a drug company that has taken particular interest in the sport of Keijo. We have been developing a vitamin supplement to increase the overall mass of one’s lower body to promote strength training and a sharp increase in performance when it comes to Keijo races.”

   Nozomi tilted her head. “And that means…?”

   Bernice smirked as she reached inside her pocket to pull out a pill bottle filled with dark blue capsules. “To put it simply, these will make your butt bigger.”

   Flooded with imaginary images of her as the Keijo prize queen, Nozomi’s eyes gleamed as she reached out towards the bottle, only to have it snatched away.

   “Of course, they’re still experimental,” Bernice explained, holding the bottle just out of Nozomi’s reach. “We’ve only gotten the bare minimum certification to let it be used in the field. I chose you after looking over your performance in battle and medical record. You make for the perfect candidate.”

   “Then why don’t you hand it over?” Nozomi asked, reaching out for the bottle again only for Bernice to pull it further away.

   “Because as I said, its experimental. We can’t have you taking the supplements until you’ve agreed to our conditions.”

   With a sigh of defeat, Nozomi sat back down. “What are they?”

   “Nothing too out of the ordinary, typical business stuff and some waivers saying you won’t hold us accountable for any side effects. Most importantly, you must agree to go through the entire trial period. Giving up partway through might have some unintended consequences.” Putting the pill bottle back on the desk, Bernice slapped a stack of papers in front of Nozomi and held out her hand. “Do we have a deal?”

   “You betcha,” Nozomi replied, snagging the pen out of Bernice’s hand and jotting down her name on each page. Blinded by her own delusion of victory, she skimmed past most of the legal speak and paragraphs warning of the drug’s possible dangers. Reaching the final page, she signed her name one last time before letting the pen roll across the table.

   “Everything seems to be in order,” Bernice commented as she skimmed through the papers.

   “When can I start?” Nozomi asked, standing up from her seat to properly show her excited smile.

   Bernice put a finger to her chin in thought. After a few moments, she popped off the top of the bottle and rolled out one of the pills. “Since the paperwork has been signed, I don’t see any problems doing the first dose now. Do you?”

   “I was born ready,” Nozomi replied, eagerly snatching the pill from Bernice’s hand and letting it roll down her throat. Her hands immediately shot to her backside, her finger feeling her rear through the fabric of her jeans. “Oooh, I think I can feel it already.”

   Bernice didn’t even attempt to hide her sly grin. “That’s excellent to hear.”