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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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Practicing with her sword wasn’t the only part of kendo that was important to Mafuyu. She woke up every morning, running a few laps around her neighborhood before she came back home and showered. When she was sweaty and exhausted, Tomo’s breast milk was a perfect pick-me-up to help get her stamina back. There was something different about the way she was running this morning. Though still donning her sweatpants and jacket, she wasn’t wearing a sports bra. It didn’t fit anymore.
Mafuyu had sensed it since the school year began. She thought her breasts, meager and average, had reached their growth limit. Instead, they kept growing, getting a few centimeters bigger until none of her bras fit her comfortably anymore. She didn’t want to talk to her mother or Tomo about it, and going bra shopping with Tomo was always embarrassing. She got so worked up that Mafuyu had to suck her tits dry in the dressing room, which always took time out of their schedule.
It was early enough in the morning that the sun had just peeked over the horizon. Everyone else was either on the train for work, or still in bed. Mafuyu unzipped her jacket, revealing her bare torso. Her breasts, which had gone up a full cup size in just a few weeks, were flopping about. They made lewd smacking sounds when they hit against her body. Mafuyu wanted to see if she could make it come out on her own. How long would it take?
She jogged away from hers and Tomo’s house, heading up to the hills by the river. The cool breeze nipped at her nipples, causing them to slowly become erect. The soft, pink tips shivered and shook, growing until they were about as big as the tip of Mafuyu’s thumb. She looked down at them, and felt a heat rising through her body. She wasn’t sure if it was from the sweat she had worked up, or if it was going to start coming out again.
For as long as she could remember, she had been sucking Tomo’s milk. Tomo’s flavor was so delicious that regular milk made from cows wasn’t cutting it for her anymore, and Tomo was lactating almost constantly, her supply never seemed to run out. Mafuyu had never thought there would be bad effects from drinking it, but she had started to wonder lately. Knowing that Tomo’s milk was literally magical was making her reconsider everything she knew.
“Mafuyu?” asked the voice of the manatee-like cherub at her side.
“Ah! Sasha!” Mafuyu said, instinctively stepping back. “I didn’t see you there.”
“I wanted to talk to you since this morning, but you ran away,” said Sasha.
“It’s called morning training,” Mafuyu said. “Tomo can eat whatever she wants, but all her fat goes to her breasts. I need to keep up my exercise for kendo or it’s going to go right to my stomach.”
“Humans, you’re all so different,” said Sasha. “I was going to say. I was thinking Tomo had grown stronger lately, but I felt the tingly feeling of soma running away from her house when you left to train this morning.”
“That doesn’t mean anything,” said Mafuyu.
“It absolutely does,” said Sasha. “The Golden Cross that Miyuri wore infused her with enough magic that she started producing soma, but it was artificially and hormonally induced. It’ll do, but natural soma makes for a much stronger Somagical Girl. For the longest time, I thought Tomo was the only one who produced it.”
Sasha flew down and poked one of his flippers against Mafuyu’s squishy chest. A quick shot of milk flew out of Mafuyu’s hard nipple, landing on the grass like a white, milky morning dew. It shone in the sunlight. Sasha flew around Mafuyu’s head, examining her and clapping his flippers in delight.
“The strong bond that you two share is being transferred through her soma,” said Sasha. “How long did you say you’ve been sucking from Tomo’s nipples?”
“Years,” Mafuyu sighed.
“Then it’s no wonder. Little by little, the magic from her soma has been gathering in your bosom, causing it to become bountiful and produce soma on its own. We have the makings of a second true somagical girl right here,” said Sasha.
“I can’t do that. My job is protecting Tomo,” said Mafuyu. “And if she finds out, it’ll take even longer for the two of us to wake up. Tomo won’t be satisfied leaving for school until she’s sucked my tits dry.”
“The offer is on the table at any time,” said Sasha.
In the secret lair of the Doll Empire, Katja was sitting on her throne. She had been foiled three times now by Somagical Girl Tomo and her massive jiggling tits. Wooden Hana and Paper Fumika were unreliable servants. Both of them relied on magic that she had gifted them, but she needed someone with actual fighting skill if she was going to stand a chance at taking down this interloper.
“My queen, I hear you’re looking for someone to take on the boobie girl in a fight,” said a voice in the distance. “Don’t you think it’s time you gave me a chance?”
A girl with spiky blonde hair, wearing a set of overalls with nothing underneath but a set of armor on top, approached. She was holding the handle of a sword over her shoulder, though the actual blade was missing.
“Ah, Tin Lizzie. You have answered my calls,” said Katja. “I think I’ve figured out the error in our calculations up to now.”
“Just point me to where the fight is, and I’ll handle the rest,” said Lizzie.
“It’s that swordswoman. I think her name is Oribe. She’s been at Tomo’s side for too long. If she suffers defeat, perhaps that will demotivate Tomo. Despair weakens the power of soma, and if she can’t transform, our victory is assured,” said Katja.
“I’m gonna need something a little more specific,” said Lizzie.
“Challenge her in the kendo dojo,” said Katja. “If you can, break her arm. Once the protector is down, the somagical girl will be ours for the taking.”
“Roger!” said Lizzie. “I won’t fail you, my queen.”
As Tin Lizzie left the queen’s chamber, she conjured up an image of Tomo’s bare breasts on the screen. Katja salivated at the thought of one day getting to drink directly from those sweater puppies, enjoying the rich magical powers within. Hopefully, that day would come soon. The queen lowered her hand past her navel, gently stroking her skin to the ideas running wild through her head.
Mafuyu liked to practice a little longer. Though kendo was a sporting event, Mafuyu had heard stories from her father of training with an actual sword. There were no enemies in modern day Japan that necessitated her to actually use one, but she liked the idea. So she stood in the middle of the dojo, swinging her sword back and forth as her body started to get sweaty.
In the side of the dojo, Tomo had gotten the wrong idea. Mafuyu had told Tomo to come cheer her on. Her kendo team was set to have a preliminary match soon, and if they made it through, they’d be on their way to regionals. It would mean leaving home for a little while, but the chance of bringing glory to the school kendo team was something Mafuyu had been aiming for since she started going to this academy. Each swing brought her one step closer to the trophy.
“This isn’t a sports manga,” said Mafuyu. “But I need to put all my fighting spirit into this wooden blade. It’s all for Tomo.”
Tomo was wearing a cheerleader’s outfit, with a skirt so short that it showed off her camel toe. The top didn’t cover her breasts at all, leaving much of her underboobs and her puffy pink nipples visible. Tomo had no need of pom-poms. Her own bosom swayed back and forth, those funbags slapping into each other with a wet sound. Mafuyu had already sucked out Tomo’s milk under the shade of a tree during their free study period, making sure that none of it would get on the uniform she was borrowing. Yet she couldn’t take her eyes off those breasts.
With each sway of Tomo’s heaving bosom, Mafuyu’s mind turned to her own chest. It made her aware of how much tighter her kendo armor felt around her torso. She would need to get it refitted soon, but bringing up that her breasts had started growing was too much for her to think about. If she thought about it, would her soma start leaking out? She was trying to keep this a secret from Tomo and Akari. Her mind was swirling with thoughts, unable to decide on a single answer.
The doors to the kendo dojo burst open. Standing in silhouette was a girl who looked like she had walked in from out of town. She was carrying a silver shinai in her hand, made of a lightweight metal. She stepped in the front door, calling out into the empty dojo with a loud, bellowing voice.
“Is there a Mafuyu Oribe here?” she asked.
Tomo got up from where she was sitting, running to the entrance of the dojo. Her breasts bounced with every step. She approached the young girl, hugging her close. She couldn’t resist the cuteness of this new underclassman who she hadn’t seen around campus before. The young girl’s head was smothered between Tomo’s sweaty breasts, the smell of her sweat and milk going right up her nostrils. The girl pushed herself away, glaring at Mafuyu.
“Get those udders away from me! My name’s Elizabeth, and I’m here to challenge one of this kendo dojo’s students,” she said.
“You’re not part of this club. You can’t just barge in here,” said Mafuyu.
“I’m a prospective transfer student,” said the girl. “My name’s Elizabeth. From the way you’re reacting, you must be Mafuyu. Just one match. First to land a hit on the other wins.”
“Fine, but make sure you leave me alone,” said Mafuyu.
Elizabeth returned to the dojo with a set of silvery armor. It looked like it would crumple like tinfoil if it was hit, but she assured Mafuyu that she had brought it herself. Tomo, her knees pushing against her breasts, watched intently from the side. As she rooted for Mafuyu, Sasha came into the dojo through the window. He floated down to Tomo’s sde, resting on top of her breasts. He was certain that no one could see him, but when he landed, Elizabeth cast a glance in Tomo’s direction.
“Tomo. I got word from the heavens that the Doll Empire is looking to go after strong fighters,” said Sasha. “They could be anywhere, ready to strike at any time. You might want to become a somagical girl now.”
Tomo placed her hands underneath her breasts. One of her inverted nipples slipped out from her uniform, the pinkness of it standing out in the wooden dojo. As a crisp breeze blew past her tip, the hard point within started to become engorged. Tomo squeezed down on her breasts. Not a single drop of milk flowed from the pores of her nipples. Mafuyu had been extra careful in sucking her bosom, leaving Mafuyu’s stomach sloshing full of milk and Tomo nearly empty.
“Sorry,” Tomo said. “Mafuyu has my first batch in her tummy. I won’t have enough to transform for another few hours.”
“You build it back up quickly... but not quickly enough,” said Sasha. “I hope the Doll Empire isn’t anywhere nearby.”
“What’s Sasha doing here?” Mafuyu asked. “That’s not a good sign.”
Two fighters stood at opposite ends of the dojo. After a few moments, Tomo called out for the match to begin. They charged towards each other, their feet hitting against the wooden floor. Mafuyu had been honing her skills with the sword for a long time now, but she had never seen a silver blade like the one Elizabeth confronted her with. Their blades clashed against each other, the sound of wood against metal reverberating through the dojo.
Elizabeth was not trained in kendo. Her sword fighting style was wild, focused more on trying to land a hit on Mafuyu than following the rules. Mafuyu kept her guard up, her feet feeling like they were sinking into the floor as she fought. Their struggle intensified, neither one willing to give up their chance at victory. Beyond their helmets, Elizabeth looked at Mafuyu, sneering with an unexpectedly sinister glare.
“Oribe, let’s make this more interesting,” she said. “If I’m able to land a hit, you’ll give me that golden cross your friend is wearing.”
“I’m not going to give you Tomo’s precious necklace,” said Mafuyu.
“Then you’ll just have to give me Tomo herself,” said Elizabeth. While Mafuyu was distracted, she rang her sword against Mafuyu’s armor, landing a hit on her chest. The force of the blade striking against her made Mafuyu’s nipples start to drip. Tomo was sensitive to soma. She would have to sense it coming out of her nipples. As Mafuyu caught her breath, she saw Elizabeth step back.
Elizabeth snapped her fingers, transforming her silver armor into something resembling a knight’s. For legal purposes, it was distinct from a certain genderbent take on King Arthur, but very similar. Like the way one would use an Install spell, which is also legally distinct. Now more heavily armored, the young girl revealed her true intentions.
“Name’s Tin Lizzie. I belong to the Doll Empire. To be honest, I don’t really care about all this heavenly business, I’m just lookin’ for a fight. But Queen Katja asked me to get that necklace of yours, so I’m here to steal it,” she said.
Lizzie held out her hands. A small ball of iron transformed into a doll that resembled the Wizard of Oz’s Tin Woodsman, moving about with squeaky joints and a silver axe in his hand. The Doll stood at Lizzie’s side, mirroring her movements. “Tin Woodsman Doll, go get ‘em,” Lizzie said.
The doll rushed past Mafuyu, heading over to Tomo. It held her against the wall. Tomo’s breasts pushed against the doll’s round, orb-shaped body. The coldness of the metal on Tomo’s nipples made them hard, but not a single drop of soma spilled out. Tomo remained calm, not flinching even as her means of escape had been cut off.
“I know you’re her. Where’s your powers, Somagical Girl?” asked Lizzie.
“Sorry, all dry,” Tomo said.
“Dry? There’s no way such gargantuan tits can run out of milk! You have got to be bluffing me,” said Lizzie. Tomo demonstrated by squeezing down on her breasts, producing nothing. The Tin Woodsman Doll removed its wooden hat, shaped like a funnel, and placed it over Tomo’s head. Metal straps came down from the side, and an opaque visor covered Tomo’s face. She could see nothing except for a shield of metal.
“Tomo!” Mafuyu called out. With her eyes and ears blocked and no method of escape, Tomo was helpless. Without her magical girl powers, she was lacking in stamina compared to the much more athletic Mafuyu. Sasha flew over to Mafuyu’s side, landing on her shoulder. He could sense the soma flowing from her nipples.
“Mafuyu! We have to do something!” she said.
“What can I do?” asked Mafuyu. “If I try to attack her directly, she’ll hurt Tomo. And if I attack the doll, I’ll risk hurting Tomo, too. I have to channel the power in me somehow...”
“There is a way,” said Sasha. The manatee flew around Mafuyu, hastily removing her kendo armor and leaving her in just her underwear. He pulled down Mafuyu’s bra, exposing her increased bust. Drops of white milk were falling from her tits, drawing Lizzie’s attention to where they stood. Sasha flapped his wings, creating a temporary magical barrier between him and Tin and Lizzie.
“I can’t do it. Even if my breasts have gotten bigger, they’re nowhere near as big as Tomo’s,” Mafuyu said. “I simply don’t have the same level of soma she does.”
“Then you need to channel it somewhere else,” said Sasha. He placed one of his flippers against Mafuyu’s nipple, gathering drops of her milk. This pure, unfiltered soma began to glow, changing its shape with his heavenly power. The soma solidified into a silver tsuba, the guard of a kendo sword. Holy letters were inscribed around the circle in a language Mafuyu couldn’t read.
“This will be the vessel for your power,” said Sasha. “But first, you must transform on your own. Let your soma flow free. As long as milk is coming out of your body, we can make it happen.”
“I want to be the sword that protects Tomo. Her prince...” Mafuyu thought. “Give me strength.” Mafuyu reached for her breasts, and started squeezing down. With each squeeze, more drops of milk flowed from her nipples. It coated her breasts, ran to her belly button, and stained her clothes. Her outfit vanished in a flash of red light, leaving her naked in the middle of the magical barrier.
“Now!” said Sasha.
“Somagical Transformation!”
Mafuyu’s entire body was covered in a skintight red suit. Holes opened up in the suit to allow for her breasts to bounce freely, and her crotch was left exposed, red pubes and all. Pieces of white armor with a snowflake motif, done up in a traditional Japanese style, landed on her shoulders and torso with a loud clanging noise. The tsuba, spinning with the power of her soma, extended in a white and red shinai emblazoned with the kanji for “winter” near the top. A helmet with the same character landed on her head, a mask dropping down to obscure her eyes as the power of Inari flowed into her.
Mafuyu felt power flowing through her. A mix of offensive and defensive magic that she could use to keep Tomo safe. Drops of soma rolled down towards her crotch, where it began to solidify into a phallic shape. The soma droplets kept sticking to each other, growing outward until, in a burst of red magical energy, they took on the shape of a penis growing from Mafuyu’s loins, with a pair of hairy, dangling balls beneath them. The magical barrier faded away, and the newly masked Somagical Girl stared down Tin Lizzie from the other side of her mask.
“A premonition of cold approaches. The patron deity of protection, Midwinter Shogun, now arriving,” said Mafuyu, brandishing her sword. When the transformation finished, she whispered to Sasha.
“Why did I grow a dick?”
“It’s a manifestation of your power to protect Tomo,” said Sasha. “It’s virile and strong, but can also be comforted by her warm bosom. The true power of your feelings.”
“I don’t know why I don’t have a codpiece with it, but I’ll go with this,” said Mafuyu. “Tin Lizzie, the Midwinter Shogun challenges you!”
“Just because you have a throbbing erection, it doesn’t mean I’m going to go down so easily,” said Lizzie.
The dojo erupted into a flurry of sparks. Mafuyu’s shinai was charged with sacred power, each blow landing against the tin sword that Lizzie had summoned causing another dent to appear in its blade. Lizzie kept repairing it with quick bursts of metallic magic, but Mafuyu was striking fast and hard. As she danced about the battlefield, her breasts flopped around, sending drops of magic onto the floor of the dojo.
Where each drop of soma landed, it created a small spark that sent up a tiny explosion, knocking Lizzie back and stunning her. Mafuyu’s dick was swinging around, her balls plump with magical power. While breast milk, the basis of soma, was a fundamental source of magic, semen was an equally potent source. However, a somagical girl had never harnessed it before. Mafuyu had somehow found a way to create a magical phallus, enhancing her physical strength considerably.
“You have such an easy target wide open!” said Lizzie, frustrated. “Why can’t I hit you?”
“Because I’m fighting to protect Tomo!” said Mafuyu. “And I won’t let you get any closer!”
Mafuyu slashed her shinai through Lizzie’s sword, breaking it in two. Lizzie called over the Tin Woodsman Doll to her side. “I’m out. Doll, you handle the rest of this. Even if I don’t have the cross, Queen Katja can retrieve it once they’re dead.” She vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving Mafuyu staring down the creaky, lumbering metal doll and its axe. Unlike Lizzie’s armor, it was a lot sturdier.
“My nipples are hard and my dick is aching. Why are my balls blue when I just got balls?” Mafuyu asked. “There has to be a way to let this all out at once. What does Tomo do for her attacks?”
“She channels it through her body, but you’re more comfortable with weapons,” said Sasha. “Coat the holy blade in your soma, and justice from the heavens will be meted out!”
Mafuyu held her shinai vertically. She placed it between her breasts, the bright red curved tip of the blade coming close to her mouth. Mafuyu rubbed her soma-engorged, still growing breasts around the sides of the wooden blade. She moved her nipples close to the shaft, squeezing down at the edges of her tips to coat it in a layer of her milk. After kissing the tip, Mafuyu pulled the blade away from her cleavage to look at it, now shining white with a film of her soma running across it.
“Oil... can...” uttered the Tin Woodcutter Doll, barely eking out the words.
“Evil doll, begone!” Mafuyu declared. She charged towards the iron doll, her breasts and dick swaying about. She delivered a direct hit across its lack of a heart, causing the doll to break down the middle and shatter into a pile of scrap metal. “Soma Slash!”
Mafuyu turned back as the doll rusted and turned to dust, leaving only the core behind. She disengaged her Somagical Transformation. Her clothes did not materialize with her, appearing in a messy pile in the center of the dojo. The iron bars that had trapped Tomo faded away, leaving her looking at a naked Mafuyu. Drips of milk were still coming from her bosom, and despite everything, her newly-created penis hadn’t vanished. It was a part of her body now.
“Mafuyu!” Tomo said. “I’m alright! You’re alright, too! I can’t believe some of my soma is still on you. You need to wipe your mouth better.”
“Yeah...” Mafuyu said. “A mysterious masked figure came in and saved you.”
Mafuyu wasn’t going to tell her mother about her new appendage just yet. She had asked Tomo if she could bathe separately from her for tonight. The ambush at kendo practice had left her worn out, and she wanted some time to think. As Mafuyu sat at the edge of the bath, she thought of Tomo’s breasts. Those wonderful, soft marshmallowy tits that she would do anything to protect.
The mere thought of it made her dick turn rock-hard in an instant. It had been on her all afternoon, begging for a release. Mafuyu closed her eyes and imagined everything about Tomo. How warm it felt in her cleavage. The way her breasts shook when she ran. How it felt to have her creamy milk going down her throat. The more Mafuyu thought, the harder she became. Instinctively, her hand wandered down to her cock, and started stroking it with long, gentle rubs. She teased the underside of the tip with her fingers, digging into it, but not too hard.
“Shit...” Mafuyu said to herself. “That feels good. It’s weird that I have one, but it feels so pleasant. It’s much easier than playing with my slit, too. Just keep stroking it and...”
Mafuyu moved her hand to her ball sack, cupping it and very gently squeezing it. The slightest bit of stimulation to her balls was enough to make her ejaculate hard. Mafuyu saw her semen, sticky and white as soma, floating on the surface of the water. Her dick was back down to a half-hard state, but the warm afterglow of orgasm remained in her body, tingling in her nipples and just above her stomach.
“My identity as the Midwinter Shogun must be kept secret... but I have to show Tomo this,” said Mafuyu. “I want her body over it now.”
“Don’t go too hard with it,” said Sasha, hovering just above her in the bath. “You can’t be a somagical girl if you’re shooting blanks.”
“Tell me before you enter, you perverted manatee!” said Mafuyu, batting him away. Her hand was still tightly gripped around her dick. Though she didn’t know why, she had the feeling that a much greater threat was waiting on the horizon.
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