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Somagical Girl Tomo	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +S to Z > Seikon no Qwaser Views: 4295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There was nothing special about it. Necklaces of the Eastern Cross were commonplace around campus. While optional, they meshed well with the school uniform’s shades of blue. The one gifted to Miyuri had been made a long time ago, thus why it was being sold at an auction. The embossed symbol in the center was the one major difference. One that, if Miyuri had known about it, she would have never put it on.
She was surrounded by her circle of friends at her last birthday party. Miyuri wasn’t entirely sure how many of them were friends with her for her money or social status, but she had a genuine altruistic desire to help her fellow classmates. After the cake had been divided, she opened up the box containing the golden cross, the last gift. One from her parents.
“Happy birthday, Miyuri,” said her father.
“Only the best for our girl,” said her mother.
“This suits me perfectly!” said Miyuri.
Once everyone had gone home for the evening, Miyuri was in her room. Her home was large, enough that every room felt isolated. The housemaids were cleaning up after the party, so she was alone. Normally, Miyuri liked to use this time to masturbate. She had heard whispers of a girl who could orgasm with only her nipples, and was eager to try it for herself.
Miyuri was wearing only her panties now. As she felt the weight of her breasts, she heard a strange, low-frequency humming noise coming from the corner of the room. The small box with the golden cross was humming, calling out to her. Miyuri opened it up. The cross felt warm in her hands. It was glowing, trembling, as if it was alive. Miyuri put it on, and the cross fell between her cleavage.
Thump. She could hear her heart. Even the air conditioner had faded from her hearing. The room had taken on an eerie stillness. She heard a voice whispering in her head, and could see the faint outline of something just in front of her.
“You take good care of your breasts,” said the voice. “You may be the one.”
“The what?” Miyuri asked.
“Don’t be afraid. Release your soma,” said the voice.
Miyuri’s chest felt hot. Her nipples felt sore and backed up. She was suddenly aware of the weight of her breasts, and wanted to massage them. Miyuri ran her hands down her breasts, pinching her nipples. Small drips of white came out of her breasts, followed by a spray of the same white liquid. It was coming out with force, staining her hands and rolling down her body, all the way to her panties. Miyuri was exhausted, and the heaviness in her breasts had not yet lessened.
“How can I be lactating? My nipples are still perky pink!” said Miyuri.
“This is your soma. All of your emotions, your desire to nurture and protect, it’s all coming out through here,” said the voice. “This is a magical power. Embrace it.”
Miyuri walked into the bathroom, spraying her own reflection in the mirror. Before long, her entire visage was clouded by her own milk. She reached across the bathroom sink towards the mirror, pressing her breasts against the glass. The more she pressed, the more milk fell from her nipples and stained the mirror.
Miyuri’s tongue made contact with the mirror, and she swallowed her warm, freshly squeezed soma.
“This tastes amazing,” said Miyuri. “Though I feel like it needs something more.”
She wiped herself off with a towel, and walked across the halls of her mansion toward the kitchen. One slice of cake was left on the platter. Miyuri approached the plate, turning the slice of cake towards herself. She reached for her breasts and kneaded towards her nipples, squeezing out milk. A thin layer of milk had coated the bottom of the platter, and the cake itself was splattered with her soma.
Miyuri picked up a fork and sliced herself a part of the cake. She brought it towards her mouth, and swallowed. The cake’s flavor had been almost entirely overwhelmed by her own soma. The taste of her milk mixed with the cake batter, creating something sweet, but not cloyingly so. Miyuri finished the rest of the cake.
She removed her cross for a moment, and wondered what else she could flavor with her milk. She looked through the cabinets for a glass to squeeze it into, but only a tiny dribble came out, barely enough to fill the bottom.
“What’s with this? I wasn’t dry a few moments ago,” said Miyuri.
“Your body has potential, but you need an infusion of holy power to produce soma,” said the voice. “Once you get used to it, it’ll come out easier. If you want to continue, don the golden cross once again.”
“And eventually, I was able to cum with my nipples,” said Miyuri. “Do all women feel like this when they breastfeed?”
“My mom’s been breastfeeding her whole life. Except for after she gave birth to me, she’s been doing it for pleasure,” said Tomo. “There’s nothing shameful about it.”
“Is this really the kind of talk we should be having?” asked Mafuyu, lying on top of her bed.
“This is fun!” said Sasha.
After the Occult Cooking Club got out, Miyuri insisted on coming to Tomo’s house and staying for the night. First, she said it was to see how commoners live. Mafuyu wasn’t buying it. Miyuri changed it to saying that, as Lily Mask, she had a heroic duty to train her successor. Tomo accepted it, and let her stay.
“She can stay in our room! I’ll roll out the sleeping bag,” said Tomo.
“Tomo...” Mafuyu said. “How can we... you know... if Miyuri’s watching?”
“I thought she was going to join in,” said Tomo.
Upon arriving, she was greeted by the two mothers of the home. Mafuyu’s mother, Fubuki, had been a coach during her school years, and was still one now. Miyuri, noticing the dojo, asked if there was any fencing going on here, and in turn quickly realized that fencing and kendo aren’t the same thing.
Akari, returning from her job at town hall, greeted Miyuri with a big hug. While Miyuri was confused, she soon realized just how much Tomo took after her mother.
“You must be Tomo’s friend from St. Vasilisa,” said Akari. “I think your father is doing a fine job in my late husband’s place.”
“I’ll inform him,” said Miyuri, keeping up her air of confidence.
Akari came back to the kitchen dressed in only her apron once more. She leaned down to Miyuri, and whispered in her ear. “Show me your soma.”
To Miyuri, that felt like a challenge. She stripped off all but her skirt and underwear in the middle of the kitchen, and exposed her breasts. Akari kneaded Miyuri’s breasts, teasing out her milk. Akari squirted some into her palm, and licked it up. After sloshing it around in her mouth for a few seconds, she swallowed. She set her eyes on Miyuri once again, and gave a big smile.
“It tastes warm and friendly,” said Akari. “You’re not very confident in it, despite your demeanor, but if you loved yourself sincerely, your soma might change the world.”
“Really?” asked Miyuri.
“I know my way around breast milk, Tsujido,” said Akari. “Go have fun with Tomo. It’s been so long since she and Mafuyu have had a friend over.”
Miyuri spent the evening training Tomo in the ways of the superhero. Mostly on the theatrics of it, like making a dramatic entrance and making her name well known. Once night fell, the three of them alternated in the bath. Both Miyuri and Tomo leaked while they were in the bathtub. By the time Mafuyu filled it with fresh water, the lingering drops of breast milk had mixed with it to create something that smelled sweet.
Mafuyu spent longer in the bath than usual, thinking about what to do now that Miyuri was at her house. The rest of it was spent pleasuring herself, which only concluded when Tomo came into check on her and pressed her massive bosom against Mafuyu’s back, causing Mafuyu to squirt onto the tile floor. The two of them had a good laugh about it while Miyuri watched from outside.
Night fell, and the three of them were talking late into the night, swapping stories and waiting to see if their breasts needed to be emptied one more time before going to bed. Mafuyu was coming back from using the toilet when she came in and saw Tomo eagerly sucking at Miyuri’s breast, drawing out all the milk she could. Miyuri’s other nipple was dripping onto a towel placed on the floor, leaving a large, milky stain that filled the room with its unique scent.
“Tomo...” Mafuyu said. “I thought you liked my nipples.”
“Yours are my favorite,” said Tomo, her mouth full of Miyuri’s breast. “I wanted to try something. Miyuri can see the future, so I thought, if I sucked her boobs enough, I’d be able to see the future, too.”
“Any luck?” asked Sasha.
Tomo swallowed, and jiggled her slightly swollen belly. It was full of Miyuri’s, her mother’s and her own soma, all mixing together in a magical potion of milk. “Nothing,” Tomo said. “Not even when I close my eyes.”
“Every Somagical girl is different,” said Sasha. “Lily Mask’s attacks were more about flashy distractions than purification.”
“That’s... true, but an affront to my heroic duties!” said Miyuri.
“I just wish there was some way to protect everyone,” Tomo said. “We’re lucky the Dolls haven’t attacked any of our classmates yet. Is there a way to use Soma for that?”
“None that I’ve heard of,” said Sasha. “Your powers are something that only you can discover.”
“I’ll sleep on it,” said Tomo. She ushered Mafuyu to come to her side. “I’ll suck you before bed, too. Your nipples fit perfectly in my mouth. Miyuri, once you’ve tried her breasts, do you want to make a mold of our busts?”
“A... mold?” asked Miyuri.
“It’s one of Tomo’s favorite hobbies. Just roll with it,” said Mafuyu.
In the morning, three bust molds had been set up in the front of the house. Fubuki and Akari gave each other a knowing glance, and waved their daughters off to school, with Miyuri following in tow.
“The sports meet is coming up soon,” said one of the members of the Cooking Club. “What can we make?”
“Something that gives you a lot of energy,” said another one of the club members.
“I’m not really going to compete,” said Tomo. “They want me to do color commentary. If we want to make something for the winning class, that’d be fun! Like a victory cake!”
“We can all decorate it in our own style,” said Mafuyu. “Great idea, Tomo.”
“I shall fetch only the finest ingredients,” said Miyuri, posturing, and wearing an apron over her Madame Lily outfit. “Let me call my father, and we can...”
“Miyuri, you’re not really getting what the Cooking Club is about,” said Tomo. “It’s about using what the school gives us.”
“Yeah, limitations are part of the challenge,” said the former club president.
“Very well. Then we shall make a cake,” said Miyuri.
Tomo and Mafuyu were sketching out designs for the cake, looking for something that had a real “sports festival” feel to it. Once they had that settled, they’d know what colors of icing and frosting would be needed. Miyuri was against the use of too much fondant, feeling that it would disrupt the soft “flow” of the cake decoration.
As the club hours rolled on, the door once again rolled open. A young looking girl with short black hair, one side parted to cover her eye, walked in. She was petite, and spoke with a soft voice. Miyuri was the only one who recognized her.
“Mitarai. About time another one of the ghost members showed up,” said Miyuri.
“Who are you?” asked Mafuyu.
“Fu-Fumika Mitarai. I’m the class president. In your class,” she said timidly. “Sorry if I lack presence. What is everyone doing?”
“We’re making a cake,” said one of the club members. “Tomo wants this to have two layers. If you could get those baking pans out for us, it’d be a huge help.”
“Sure...” said Fumika.
Mafuyu looked at Fumika with a mixture of pity and confusion. She didn’t have time to memorize all of her classmates’ names. Taking care of Tomo was a handful. Yet someone in the important role of class president had completely slipped her by. Then she just goes and shows up, like Hana did the other day. Fumika didn’t say a word. Even if she had been showing up, it’s unlikely she’d have been noticed.
Fumika was looking around one of the lower cabinets, fumbling about for baking supplies. Tomo walked over to the same cabinet. Fumika moved to stand up, and the top of her head pushed up on Tomo’s breasts. Tomo let out a sensual moan as Fumika’s hair pushed the fabric of her uniform into the skin of her breasts. Fumika slid out, embarrassed, as Mafuyu rushed over.
“Sorry, sorry,” Fumika said. “That didn’t hurt?”
“No,” said Tomo, blushing bright red.
“Excuse me!” Fumika said, running away. She hid behind one of the support pillars, watching the class work on their cake. Partway through the baking, one of the club members called out from the other side of the room.
“We’re out of milk!” she said. “Tomo, can you help us out?”
“Sure,” Tomo said. She unbuttoned her top and unhooked her bra, exposing her massive G-cup breasts to the open air of the classroom once again. She took out a measuring cup, and placed her nipple over the opening.
Fumika looked onward in amazement. “So scandalous! So big! How is she the same age?”
Tomo ran her hands down her breasts. Her milk came out in uneven squirts. Filling the cup this way would take longer than pouring it in, but the Cooking Club was willing to wait that long. After the last club meeting, they had asked Mafuyu for in-depth questions about the flavor of Tomo’s milk, and her favorite milking stories. Mafuyu refused to answer most of them, preferring to keep some things secret.
After several minutes of milking, Tomo had gotten the half-cup needed to make the cake. She took deep, heavy breaths. Then her stomach started growling. Tomo clutched her stomach, and dashed out the door towards the nearest bathroom, her breasts jiggling and leaking a trail of milk into the hallway.
“This is a big one,” Tomo said as she ran out the door.
When the door had closed, Fumika took a look at Tomo’s breast milk. It had filled the measuring cup, and the counter around it. The milk sparkled with an unnaturally radiant glow, and smelled sweeter than any milk Fumika had ever tasted. She poured the measuring cup’s contents into a small vial hidden underneath her skirt. None of the other members of the Cooking Club were paying attention.
Tomo returned, and looked at the cup and the bowl of ingredients.
“Did anyone pour the milk in yet?” Tomo asked.
“No,” said Mafuyu. “I was looking for the plates.”
“It’s not in the cup anymore,” Tomo said. “Mafuyu, can you help me squeeze out more?”
Mafuyu looked up from making the frosting. “My hands are already tired from mixing. Give me a moment.” Mafuyu walked over and stood behind Tomo. She ran her hands down Tomo’s bosom naturally, pushing out another half-cup of creamy white milk from her breasts. When she was done, Mafuyu kissed Tomo on the cheek, and went back to work.
“I wish we knew what happened to the rest of it,” said Tomo. “Sasha’s not going to like soma going to waste. Every drop is precious, and should be used to make someone happy.”
When the Cooking Club’s afternoon finished, they had prepared a cake large enough to feed an entire classroom. The only thing Miyuri did was sign her name in the corner in icing, which the rest of the cooking club followed. A gift from the cooking club to the winning class, freshly baked from scratch.
As they were preparing to refrigerate the cake, Fumika exited the room and revealed her nipple. The secret door in the Occult Club opened up. When Fumika appeared on the other side, she had donned an outfit that looked like a librarian’s. It was a formal-looking suit that looked like it had been made out of origami. The suit revealed her navel, as per the Queen’s orders.
“My Queen, I come with more news on Olja,” said Fumika. “I have obtained a serving of her soma. It was squeezed less than an hour ago.”
“Did you drink it?” asked Wooden Hana, who was already in the room.
Fumika panicked. “Wh-what? I wouldn’t defy my queen. Does drinking soma help your boobs grow bigger?”
“I’ve heard you have to have your soma drunk to make them bigger,” said Hana. “So if we just fondled each other...”
A voice echoed from the copper chair. “Wooden Hana, Paper Fumika, silence! Your Queen is about to speak. Paper Fumika, you have done well. With this, we can make Olja ours in no time. I will permit you to taste it... through my mouth.”
One of the throne’s moving arms took the vial from Paper Word up to the Queen’s mouth. She popped the cork and sipped half the vial. She called Fumika towards her throne. Under the cover of darkness, the Queen and Fumika locked lips, swapping saliva laced with milk. Hana looked on in jealousy, wishing she could be the one passionately smooching the Queen right now. After a moment, their lips parted.
“I feel so full,” said Fumika. “Even a drop leaves my stomach satisfied.”
“That’s what some can do. Even your urine would smell sweet,” said the Queen. “Yet the world remains in such ignorance about its properties.”
“All the weight’s going to go to your hips,” said Hana. “For such a little class rep, you’ve got a plush ass.”
“Don’t go crushing my dreams!” said Fumika.
The Queen unrolled a giant sheet of paper from a nearby wall. “You have served me best, Paper Word. You will get to create today’s doll. Make sure you find Olja, and bring her to me.”
Fumika approached the paper with a set of scissors. She cut off a portion of the sheet, and folded it into the shape of a cat. After infusing some of her energy into the origami cat, the paper creature roared to life and purred. It smelled the essence of the soma on Fumika’s breath, and knew what it had to do.
Tomo and Miyuri were going to be sitting the sports festival out. Tomo was going to work with the Cooking Club, and Miyuri was going to oversee it with the faculty. Still, the two of them went into the locker room to help Mafuyu. As the most athletic of the three, she was expected to bring home many ribbons for Tomo’s class.
Upon walking in, Tomo’s eyes sparkled with excitement. The girls’ locker room was full of bare breasts, in every shape and size. Nipple colors in all shades of pink, red and brown were visible. Tomo unbuttoned and exposed her own breasts, eager to join in the crowd. Her breasts bumped up against other girls’, drawing out her inverted nipples. By the time she reached Mafuyu, her pink nipples were hard and tingling. She felt like her milk was about to burst out.
“Mafuyu!” Tomo said, looking at Mafuyu.
Mafuyu had put on her sports bra, and was changing into her gym clothes. Tomo looked into Mafuyu’s cleavage, and noticed something was off. “Your sports bra looks tighter,” Tomo said. “I always knew you were a late bloomer.”
“That’s not it,” said Mafuyu. “It must have shrunk in the wash.”
“You don’t have to hide it,” said Tomo. “Anyway, best of luck! If you win, you get to eat the cake. I wanted to give you a pick-me-up before you went out there.”
“You don’t mean your soma, do you? In front of everyone?” asked Mafuyu.
“Come on, Mafuyu. It’s sugary sweet,” said Tomo, placing her hands on the sides of her breasts and shaking them around, spraying drops of milk in Mafuyu’s face.
“Fine. Let’s go somewhere more private,” said Mafuyu. “It’s embarrassing.”
The eyes of the girls were trained on them as they walked through the locker room and towards the shower. They pulled the curtain in. Though the shower was cold, the natural warmth Mafuyu felt from being in such close proximity to Tomo’s breasts made her feel warm. She leaned down and placed her mouth on Tomo’s nipple, loudly sucking. Her slurps could be heard outside the shower, to the curiosity of the girls from other classes.
“Suck a little rougher,” said Tomo. “You have to fill your belly before the festival.”
Mafuyu looked up at Tomo with a cheeky smile. “Then I’ll go double.”
She pushed Tomo’s breasts together, bringing both of her stiff, pink nipples to the center. Mafuyu quickly rubbed Tomo’s nipples against each other, stimulating them to let more milk flow. Mafuyu opened wide, and took both of Tomo’s tips in her mouth at the same time. Twice the sweet, creamy milk flowed from her breasts. Mafuyu chugged it down, filling her stomach with Tomo’s warmth. It went down smoothly, warmly, easily. This milk was made for her. She felt like she would never tire of drinking it.
Mafuyu released Tomo’s nipples from her mouth and let out a small burp. “That was delicious. Thanks for the drink.”
“I hope you win,” said Tomo.
“If I do, it was because of you,” said Mafuyu. She moved in and started kissing Tomo deeply. Tomo could smell her breast milk on Mafuyu’s breath, the idea of which only turned her on more. They deeply kissed in the shower, their tongues overlapping and bodies growing hot for as long as they could keep at it. Tomo’s nipples, covered with saliva and the last remaining drops of milk, blotted against Mafuyu’s chest on her PE uniform, leaving big, round, wet spots. Mafuyu wouldn’t notice until she was on the field, and by then, it was too late.
Miyuri had been sitting on the bench near the front, trying to offer her soma like Tomo, but she was getting no takers. Tomo sat beside her and wrapped her arm around Miyuri’s shoulder. She whispered in her ear. “It’s okay. I’ll drink it.”
A small squirt of milk came out of Miyuri’s nipples in excitement.
The day’s competitions went by without any oddities. Sasha kept flying above the grounds, looking for any signs of the Doll Empire. When the midday break began, he descended towards the spot where the Oribe-Yamanobe family was eating. Fubuki had packed a lunch for Mafuyu to get her energy up, while Akari had simply brought everyone’s favorites. Mafuyu’s father, Kenzou, was also with them. He was examining the scoreboards, trying to figure out the odds of Mafuyu winning.
“It’s been a long time, Akari,” said Sasha, sitting between the Yamanobe women. “Your cooking is as good as ever.”
“It’s that little seal,” said Fubuki.
“I’m not a seal, I’m a manatee! A cherubim!” said Sasha. “Your daughters are carrying on the legacy of Olja well, for what little training they’ve had.”
“I was sad when I had to give them up,” said Akari. “Raising a child and fighting against the corruption was too difficult. I had to give up the golden cross to pay for raising you. Especially after your father disappeared.”
“She wanted to hold onto those powers for as long as possible,” said Fubuki. “She actually got them in middle school, and kept on transforming and fighting even while she was pregnant. We wondered if the Doll Empire would ever run out of ideas for automatons, but they just kept attacking.”
Sasha landed in Akari’s lap, where she began to gently pet his head. “The very nature of Olja’s powers is protection and nurturing. Akari has that kind of nature, but her mind was very observant and sharp.” Sasha said.
“Aren’t the powers supposed to go to someone from the church?” asked Fubuki, looking down at Sasha quizzically.
“The original Olja was a nun, but the people she reincarnates into don’t have to follow that lifestyle,” said Sasha. “The church is still aware of all this, but as long as nothing odd happens, they won’t have a reason to be suspicious of you. Yet.”
Kenzou returned from the scoreboards. He was dressed like a member of the cheering section. He resembled a samurai movie star, with a clean-shaven look and a youthfulness that his age didn’t suggest.
“Hey, girls! Mafuyu, you can totally win this,” said Kenzou.
“Dad, stop embarrassing me,” said Mafuyu. “I remember the ways of kendo. In all sports.”
“That’s right! Even when you’re throwing balls in the air, aim like you’re using a sword!” said Kenzou. He looked to his wife and her friend. “Darling, Miss Akari, would you prefer to swing by a hotel after this?”
“Not again...” said Mafuyu.
“We’ll have dinner ready when you get home,” said Tomo.
“Menage a trois?” asked Sasha.
Once the sporting events had wrapped, the Cooking Club rolled out their cake to the winners. There were plenty of pieces to go around, with Tomo and Mafuyu opting out. They had tasted many sample cakes during the club, and had no interest in another. As they sat side by side, with Mafuyu refreshing herself after the long, sweaty day, Tomo broke into a wide smile as she watched the students walk away with cake slices.
“I’m so happy I got to contribute,” she said.
“Your milk is mixed into there,” said Mafuyu. “It doesn’t taste any different than a store-bought cake.”
“No, it tastes better,” said Tomo.
Sasha perched on Tomo’s head. “Are you crazy? You just put everyone in this school at risk!”
“The ingredients weren’t expired,” said Tomo. “It’s fresh as fresh can be.”
Sasha flapped his wings, sending embers into the air. “Everyone who eats or shares a bite of that has some of your soma inside them. The magical signature of Saint Olja will be radiating from their stomachs. The Doll Empire’s tracking will be confused, and instead of going right for you, they’ll go for whoever they can find! Everyone is in danger!”
“Do you know how to stop them?” asked Mafuyu.
“The only way is to remove the cake from their bodies,” said Sasha.
“That might take a while,” said Tomo. “I don’t want to do that with a perfectly good cake.”
Sasha looked Tomo in the eye angrily. “Unless you can make everyone expel it soon, they’re going to be in danger. The Doll Empire has no worries about going after a large crowd of people like this.”
Tomo grabbed Sasha by the tail, and dragged him off to the bathroom. She locked herself in the first stall she could find, and splattered her milk across her school uniform. “Then I’ll take this matter into my own breasts. Somagical Transformation!”
When the stall opened again, it wasn’t Tomo Yamanobe standing there, but rather, the bare-breasted heroine, Somagical Girl Tomo. She exited the toilet and sucked from her nipples, channeling enough soma in her body to create a pair of wings made of blue energy. She took to the skies and examined the people at the sports festival, sharing cake and talking about the day’s events.
Sasha flew to her side and joined in the search. Tomo and Sasha flew through the skies, passing crowds of people. In time, they started to thin. At the corner of the festival was one of a small handful of people who hadn’t taken a bite of the cake. The class representative. Fumika Mitarai. Tomo landed.
“Class rep? What are you doing here? There’s refreshments,” she said.
“Yes. I know. It’s all part of the Queen’s plan,” said Fumika. She picked up the edge of her uniform. “You may call me... Paper Word! I was waiting for you to show up, Somagical Girl!”
The origami cat appeared at her side. “This cat can deliver a nasty paper cut to someone without being noticed. Just come with us, and no one will get hurt. I think our first target will be your girlfriend. Oribe.”
“What do you want?” asked Tomo.
“Isn’t it obvious what we want?” asked Fumika. “The soma that flows through your enormous boobs! If we could harness that, the Queen’s power would be unstoppable.”
Tomo was standing on the grounds with her breasts exposed, as expected of a Somagical Girl. She approached Fumika, who was a head shorter than her, and buried her face in her breasts. Fumika was so close she could lick Tomo’s nipple if she just extended her tongue a little further. Right now, her nipple was inverted. A small bit of stimulation and it would become hard. To see that so close was a miracle among the Doll Empire.
“You’re not being honest,” said Tomo. “You want my milk because you think it’ll make your boobs bigger, right?”
“Y-yeah...” said Fumika. “The Queen promised me big boobs if I worked for her, but she keeps hoarding all the milk for herself.”
“My milk never runs out,” said Tomo. “If you want a drink, all you had to do was ask.”
Fumika extended her lips to Tomo’s nipple. A drop of pure, unfiltered soma entered her mouth. She felt a moment of happiness that was incomparable. The way it traveled down her throat and into her stomach, the incredible richness of its flavor, the way it tasted sweet but not cloyingly so. Yet her nose had been blocked by Tomo’s massive breasts, and in her excitement, she had forgotten to breathe. She passed out on the spot, falling into the grass.
“Should I feed her more to bring her back?” asked Tomo.
“She’ll be fine,” said Sasha. “We have to deal with that doll first. Use the Olja Crosier!”
“Got it,” Tomo said.
She placed the pump on her left breast, draining the milk from her chest into half of the globe. “Half charge!” She moved to the other breast. A hot sensation filled her chest as the globe filled to the brim with creamy breast milk, sloshing around and sparkling in a brilliant gold. “Full charge! In the name of Eve, return to paradise! Somagical Baptism!”
The paper cat was soaked with soma, and crumpled into a lump of wet paper that couldn’t even be used in papier mache. Sasha swooped down and tore it in half.
“The threat’s averted,” said Sasha. “Let’s get back and cheer Mafuyu on.”
The relay race began. Mafyu was the last runner for their class. When it came time for her to take the baton, she dashed ahead, keeping pace with the runner closest to her. Tomo, holding a pair of pom-poms, cheered her on from the sidelines.
“Go! Fight! Mafuyu!” she shouted.
“It’s like you’re using four pom-poms,” said Sasha. “Shake it, Tomo!”
“Fight! Fight! Mafuyu!”
Mafuyu was approaching the finish line. She grabbed her chest and sprinted ahead, looking down at the ground. She came in second place. Overall, Tomo’s class’s team would only take second place overall. Tomo rushed to Mafuyu’s side, wanting to check on her condition.
“Mafuyu! Are you alright?” she asked. “You’re really sweaty.”
Sweat was pouring down from Mafuyu’s forehead and armpits. It was falling into her cleavage. Even with the deodorant she had applied beforehand, her smell was overwhelmingly strong. And a little sweet. Tomo looked down at Mafuyu’s chest.
“Does sweat come from the nipples?” she asked.
Mafuyu didn’t say anything. She went to the locker room by herself to change. She wanted to get in there before anyone else. Inside the locker room, Mafuyu removed her sports bra, letting her breasts flop out. Her nipples looked redder than she remembered. She placed her hand to her nipple, and licked the tip of her finger. It had been covered in something white and sticky.
“I’m... producing soma, too?” asked Mafuyu. “I can’t let Tomo know about this.”
Mafuyu stood in the middle of the locker room, drops of soma falling from her nipples onto the cold tile floor. Drop by drop, she wondered. How had her life gotten to this point, and now that it had, what would she do? Her family didn’t come from any lineage, and she had never come into contact with any holy artifacts. It was sweet on her tongue, but the soma left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth.
Worst of all, it meant the Doll Empire would now be coming after her, too.
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Somagical Girl Tomo