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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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Tomo had gotten a letter in her shoe box. After running it by Mafuyu to make sure it was a love letter, and not a letter challenging her to a fight, Tomo went to the big tree on campus. Every campus had a big tree that was used for confessions, and St. Vasilisa was no different. Mafuyu and Sasha both had checked the letter, and there was no ambiguity in its writing. The person who had sent this to Tomo knew nothing about Somagical Girls. They were sure the sender hadn’t ever heard of them.
With the school festival approaching, Tomo went under the tree and waited for the person who had sent the letter to meet her there. He was one of many overseas students at the school, a boy one year her senior with messy black hair. Joshua Phrygianos, he introduced himself. Tomo had never heard of him, until he explained how he fell in love with her. The more he told her, the clearer Tomo’s memories became.
He had heard about Madame Lily’s fortune telling in the Occult Cooking Club, and wanted to pay her a visit. A chance to see his future and see some boobs was an offer too good to pass up. Before he arrived at the club that day, Tomo had been attempting to cook a dessert for that evening, and had gotten her uniform covered with her own soma, butter and the half-mixed batter in the bowl that had fallen over. With her clothes in need of being washed, she changed into just one of the club’s provided aprons.
There was also something new in the club room. After getting back from Miyuri’s vacation, Tomo had proposed one of her favorite hobbies. She wanted to create plaster casts of the club member’s breasts. Now, on the center table in the club room, molds of Tomo’s, Mafuyu’s and Miyuri’s chests were visible. Every pore on their nipples could be seen in the molds, giving any passerby a crystal clear look at what the breasts of the bustiest girls in school looked like. Tomo had been trying to convince Nurse Oikawa to do one of her boobs and belly, but she wasn’t taking.
Josuha approached the front door of the club, and saw Tomo bending over, facing the doorway. When she bent over, he got a good look down her apron. His eyes darted back and forth between Tomo’s mold of her bust and her real bust. Even the inverted shape of her nipples. He was getting a real look at Tomo’s nearly bare breasts. She went back to cooking, giving Joshua an eyeful of her sideboobs, with an even clearer look at her nipples. Then she started looking through the fridge for a bag of her own soma to mix into the cake, and he saw her fat ass swaying back and forth.
Joshua never visited the club. He ran off to the bathroom just down the hall and furiously masturbated. Tomo’s body was unbelievably sexy, and he wanted to breed with her right now. This would be a problem since he was having trouble talking to her, but he had developed a crush on Tomo from standing at the doorway to the Occult Cooking Club for a few minutes. So he penned the letter one-handed, asking Tomo out to the tree. Tomo was unaware of any of this.
“Tomo...” Joshua said. “I’ve been watching you around school, and I saw you in the club room the other day. You’re a goddess in real life, the most beautiful woman in this entire school. Will you go out with me?”
“You’re very sweet,” Tomo said. “But I’m not looking for romance at the moment. I have Mafuyu at my side, and that’s good enough for me.”
“Isn’t Mafuyu another girl?” asked Joshua.
“Things have happened recently,” Tomo said. “She’s perfect for me. But if you want to be friends, I’d be glad to.”
Joshua was rejected after one attempt. He was found in his classroom sulking the next day, when he was approached by his sister Jita. She told him that while he may be kind of pathetic, he was still her brother. She wasn’t going to stand for Tomo dumping him like this. The problem was figuring out a way to show her that her brother was worthy of having someone so great as a girlfriend.
As she was wandering around campus, she saw a girl wearing silver armor. Tin Lizzie had transferred to school not too long ago, but wasn’t fitting in with her classes just yet. She hadn’t gone to the beach with Hana and Fumika. Her metal dolls would’ve either rusted or gotten too hot for her to be effective. On campus, she was in her element.
“Something got you down?” Lizzie asked Jita.
“Yamanobe doesn’t know how sensitive he is,” said Jita. “He was putting so much of himself into that letter. She thinks that just because she has big boobs and is popular, that she can reject him like that?”
“I know something about Yamanobe that you don’t,” said Tin Lizzie. “I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of the Somagical Girls on campus.”
“Those exhibitionists who walk around with their tits out?” asked Jita.
“The same,” said Tin Lizzie. “Tomo, the girl who rejected your brother, is one of them. But you don’t have the power to take revenge for his broken heart. Power is something that I can offer you. Come this way.”
Lizzie took Jita into the Doll Empire’s meeting room, located just outside the school underground. In the dark halls, the few shining spotlights showed ornate, Russian decorations lining the walls. Each of the three generals had their own private chamber for scheming. Lizzie’s was in the back, a small metalworking stand with posters lining the walls. She had been studying Japanese culture since transferring to the school, and was obsessed with a giant robot program lately.
Super Heavyweight God Gravidion had captured her attention. The theme songs were rocking and the characters looked quite attractive. She had been using her metalworking skills to construct a scale model of God Gravidion, the title mecha, but hadn’t been making much progress. The robot in the show towered over buildings and could fly in the sky. There’s no way she’d be satisfied with a model that couldn’t even fight off a rat.
“Queen Porcelain Katja has been demanding that we create stronger Dolls,” said Lizzie. “If I used a human as the basis for one, it’d have greater freedom of movement. Greater strength. I’ll create Sol Gravidion, with you as the base!”
“And then I can go after Tomo!” said Jita.
“Yes,” said Lizzie. “Stand very still.”
Metal plates of armor rose from the ground, being molded by Lizzie’s powers like clay. They snapped around Jita’s legs first. As the armor snapped into place, bolts screwed into the armor, locking it tight around her. After the legs, each of her arms was augmented with weapons, specifically a laser sword and a similar laser gun. The chest and head snapped into place last. The entire silver suit, looking unpainted but finished, let out bursts of steam as Lizzie stabilized the temperature inside.
“Jita Gravidion Doll, complete,” Lizzie said. “Unless the Midwinter Shogun is spoiling for a fight, I’ll just observe you from here. Can’t believe I didn’t think of sending others to do my dirty work before.”
Tomo was presenting her idea for the Occult Cooking Club’s booth. It was expected that the club would make enough dishes to feed all the students and guests, showing off their cooking. Tomo was glad that everyone would get to eat sweets made with her breast milk once again, without the risk of being tracked down by the Doll Empire. She had another idea for the festival, one that could entertain the younger students visiting from the elementary and middle school divisions of St. Vasilisa.
“I call it Tomo’s Boobie Theater,” she said. “We’ll put on short fairy tale plays, and we won’t need puppets or anything beyond a set. All the parts will be played by my boobs. What do you think?”
“Tomo, it’s fine when you do that at home, but do you really want to do it in front of the whole school?” asked Mafuyu.
“We fight with our boobs out all the time. I don’t see the harm in it,” said Tomo. “But if a play has more than two characters on stage at the same time, we might have a problem. Mafuyu, Miyuri, I’ll need you to lend me your boobs, too. If we recruit Nurse Oikawa, we can even do Snow White! Eight titties!”
“You’re... quite enthusiastic about this,” said Miyuri. “I would love to participate, but I was already planning on setting up Madame Lily’s fortune telling booth. I’ve been able to see the future much more clearly ever since I chugged down your soma.”
“If you really were able to, you’d see why that’s a bad idea,” Mafuyu said.
“It’ll be fun!” said Tomo. “I’ll start building the stage now. We can add the backdrops once we decide what play we’re putting on. I just wish I could find another girl with a pair of big boobs. Nobody else in the club is stacked enough.”
Sasha was hovering around the rafters of the club room. He wasn’t sure how to describe it, but he was sensing the spirit of St. Teresa of Beria around the school lately. While not on the same exalted level as St. Olja, Teresa was well regarded as one of the major somagical users throughout history. No one was contracted to her that he knew of. Mutsumi had foregone bonding with a Saint to focus her limited power on her body, and Miyuri had been channeling her recovering powers almost entirely through her own ego. Sasha had no idea where such a thing was coming from.
The powers of St. Teresa were no doubt friendly. The only question was how they had gotten here. He flew off towards the church to look for answers. Though he didn’t know at the time, he would have found the answers in a much more expedient fashion had he gone to the security room. The cameras keeping watch across campus were catching glimpses of light that blocked their view. In the few frames before the lens was obscured, something that resembled a pair of giant breasts was visible.
Tomo was in the nurse’s office. “Nurse Oikawa, do you want to join Boobie Theater?” she asked.
“I’m just your advisor,” said Oikawa. “I was planning to spend the day visiting the food stands and slacking off. Now, I know you’re here for your inspection, Yamanobe. Strip and show me those breasts. I can’t believe you’re still growing. It’s not having any negative effects on your health or anything?”
“I feel fit as a fiddle,” Tomo said. She unbuttoned her top, taking out her breasts and letting them flop out. Lines of white milk were already streaking down her chest, leaving a film of milk. Oikawa leaned in, taking a deep whiff of Tomo’s milky cleavage. She licked the lines up until she reached Tomo’s nipples, and started sucking hard, keeping Tomo’s nipples firmly in her mouth as she drew out enough soma to swirl around with her tongue.
“This smell. It’s just like Akari,” she said. “Your breast milk indicates that you’re in good health. As long as it’s not causing you any problems, we should be fine. I’ve heard rumors from Oribe that you can do this, so can you show me?”
“Sure,” said Tomo. “Me sucking myself?”
“I’ll do it with you,” said Oikawa, lowering her top to reveal one of her breasts. Her magnificently large, round tits were even bigger than Tomo’s. She was far along in her pregnancy, less than a month away from giving birth. Her nipples had darkened, a shade of brown so deep they looked almost black. Tomo squished her leaking nipple against Oikawa’s, the nurse’s hard tip sinking into her areola.
“Thanks for all the help with my boobs,” said Tomo.
“I promised your mother I’d look after you,” said Oikawa. “Have things been difficult at home, since it’s just you and her?”
“Not at all. Mafuyu’s family was very generous to take us in,” said Tomo. “My mom gets along with Mafuyu’s parents very well, and being able to live with my best friend has been great. If it hadn’t been for Mafuyu constantly sucking out my milk for me, I would’ve had a much harder time with these boobs.”
Tomo picked up the underside of her breast. She gently hit it with her palm, watching it smack and jiggle about in her hand. Oikawa watched as her titflesh rippled, the sight of her breasts shaking back and forth looking quite erotic. Tomo lifted her nipple to her mouth with ease, sucking on the tip. She felt the tingling of magic surging through her breasts. Normally when she did this, she was about to unleash a Holy Healing. But the only thing that came out now was her sweet milk.
Oikawa did the same thing. Tomo’s eyes sparkled in amazement as Oikawa sucked her own nipple with a confident expression. The two of them let their breasts out of their mouth, the smell of milk wafting around the room. As Tomo was buttoning up and getting ready to head back home, Sasha flew to her side, with Mafuyu running behind him. He landed on Tomo’s breasts, looking into her eyes and alerting her of an urgent problem.
“The Doll Empire’s attacking again!” he said. “It’s nothing like the Dolls we’ve seen before! It’s going to attack the church! Hurry, hurry!”
Tomo and Mafuyu ducked into a blind spot in the hallway. Facing each other, they groped each others’ breasts, squeezing down and staining the front of their uniforms with soma. “Somagical Transformation!” Less than a second later, Somagical Girl Tomo and Midwinter Shogun were ready to race towards the church, breasts bared and ready for battle. Miyuri was unaware that the battle was going on, focusing on getting ready for the festival.
The steel super robot armor towered over the entrance of the church door. Jita’s voice, filtered through the armor, sounded tinny and disconnected, which only made it more unsettling. She stomped the robot’s feet on the ground, kicking up clouds of dust and calling for the one who had broken her brother’s heart. If she didn’t show up soon, this Doll would start destroying buildings until she found her.
“Bring me Tomo Yamanobe!” shouted Jita from within the suit. “I know she’s here.”
“Stop!” said Tomo from below. “I’m here.”
The robot’s unoving metallic face turned, Jita staring through the HUD and examining Tomo’s breasts. She tried to hold herself back. Everything she’d heard about Tomo had been secondhand from her brother, and the way he described her, she was thinking that she might have a crush on Tomo, too. Jita shouted down to Tomo from inside the robot, her emotions wildly surging out of control.
“You think you’re better than him just because you’ve got big tits?” she said.
“He’s a very nice person, and I’m sure he’ll enjoy our booth at the school festival,” Tomo said. “But I’m not...” she dodged the robot’s punch as Mafuyu pulled her out of the way. “...looking for a romantic relationship right now.”
“Soma Caltrop!” Mafuyu called out. She squeezed down on her breasts several times in quick succession, the drops of soma launching into the air and turning into red caltrops that landed at the feet of Gravidion. While they slightly dented the robot’s soles, they were crushed flat, unable to do anything to stop it.
“You couldn’t even take pity on him?” asked Jita.
“I'm in a carnal relationship with Mafuyu!” Tomo said. “I love everyone, but the love that I have for Joshua isn’t the same kind of love I have for Mafuyu. A person can hold many kinds of love in their heart. I’m sure your love for your brother can coexist with many other kinds of love.”
Jita was losing her focus. She wanted to attack Tomo, but her biggest weapons and her biggest weak points were something that Jita was having hesitations about damaging. The more she looked at Tomo’s boobs, the more she found herself falling in love with them. Jita knew she leaned that way, and Tomo’s perfectly-shaped, unbelievably soft, leaking breasts were making her entire body start to tingle. But she couldn’t compromise her mission for the Doll Empire.
Mafuyu charged at the robot with her sword coated in her soma. She charged through its leg, leaving a large gash that left the robot’s limb wide open, and a bruise on Jita’s leg. She fell to her knee, but kept moving forward, reaching out her robot hands to grab onto Tomo’s breasts. She didn’t want to steal her soma for the Doll Empire anymore. She wanted to take it for herself. Jita Phrygianos worked for no one.
As the metal fingers wrapped around Tomo’s breasts, Jita opened the robot’s face mask. She leaned towards Tomo, approaching her nipples while salivating at the thought. She closed her lips around Tomo’s tip, sucking out a stream of milk. The power of soma flowing into her was making her wet. It was delicious, and without Lizzie on the battlefield, no one was going to stop her. She forgot that Lizzie was keeping an eye from a distance.
In a burst of magic, Tin Lizzie appeared wielding her giant sword. She locked blades with Mafuyu once again, distracting her from finishing Gravidion off. Sparks flew between their blades, while Tomo was loudly moaning as Jita sucked hard at her nipples, drawing out mouthfuls of soma all at once. With every sip, the robot’s strength increased. It would be difficult for the two of them to stop it.
The skies above the church lit up. A blast of powerful light exploded above their heads. Tomo, Mafuyu, Lizzie and Jita shielded their eyes, not wanting to be blinded by the powerful flash. A mysterious steam, originating from no apparent source, crept onto the church grounds. While it was true that they were by a lake, this wasn’t the season nor the weather for it at this time of year.
“Stand down, Doll Empire!” echoed a voice from the roof of the church. “The Holy Order of Somagical Girls has sent me here to make you repent.”
“Who dares to stop me?” asked Lizzie, swinging her sword and knocking Mafuyu to the ground. Lizzie removed her shoe, stepping on Mafuyu’s dick and teasing her with the same smug expression she had been wearing in the dojo.
The fog started to clear, and the figure was revealed. She had purple hair tied into a single ponytail, and was dressed in a white and maroon skin tight suit. Her breasts were open, with tiny glass domes over them that served to pump her soma into the circuit-like tubes that ran through her body, going all the way down her arms and legs, and even down her spine, stopping just above her butt. The suit hid nothing of her figure, which was quite voluptuous, looking similar to Tomo’s, though her breasts were even larger, easily an I-cup from Tomo’s point of view. Her eyes were obscured by a visor that looked like a stained glass window. She spoke seductively, with an air of confidence in her voice.
“The light of soma illuminates the universe. Patron saint of justice, Galactic Hera, now calling.”
“Another one of them?” asked Lizzie. “How many of you are there?”
“As long as the Hermes System is milking my soma, I’m unstoppable,” said Hera, jumping down onto the battlefield. The small glass suction cups on her nipples made her squirt out several powerful jets of soma, traveling through her bodysuit until they reached her arms. Hera grabbed Lizzie’s sword from the side with her hands, shattering the tin blade and leaving her with just the handle.
“I can just make another one,” said Lizzie.
“You are still growing,” said Hera. “May the blessing of soma grant you reprieve.” Hera pinned Lizzie to the ground. She twisted the glass suckers on top of her nipples, opening them and letting her hard tips free. From this angle, Lizzie noticed that Hera’s nipples were inverted. The way her tips looked was very similar to Tomo’s. Hera smothered Lizzie in her cleavage, sticking her nipple into her mouth. “Soma Gift.”
Lizzie tried to pull her mouth away from Hera’s breast, but the amount of milk dripping from a single nipple was too much. She had no choice but to swallow it if she wanted to escape. As Lizzie sucked it down, she felt her breasts grow hot. Those small bulges that had been leaving her feeling insecure began to swell underneath her clothes. Her nipples became extra sensitive, rubbing against her clothes with a newfound extreme pleasure.
With Lizzie left too full to move, Hera pulled up. She lowered the glass dome over her nipple, a full force suction beginning. More soma was drawn out from her body. Mafuyu, her dick still hurting from Lizzie’s attack, noticed that she was quite hard. Hera turned to Mafuyu and Tomo, telling them to focus their attacks on Gravidion’s chest. That was its weak point, and with Jita too distracted by a new pair of big boobs, it was an easy target.
“Olja Crosier! In the name of Eve, return to paradise!” Tomo filled up her wand with her soma, the glowing globe shining brightly as the milk inside it charged to full power.
Mafuyu jerked herself off, coating the top of her blade with a layer of semen. “Evil doll, begone!” She took aim at the Doll, her blade glowing bright red.
Hera squeezed her breasts. The Hermes System pumped out a load of soma towards a concentrated point, a glowing magic circle located just above her crotch. Hera did a pelvic thrust, aiming her waist at the central point of the Gravidion Doll. “Gather and protect that which is sacred! Holy Light!” A beam fired out of Hera’s crotch, joining with the blue and gold shot from Tomo’s wand.
“Somagical Baptism!” “Holy Soma Slash!”
As the two beams converged together and attacked the central point of the tin armor, Jita tumbled out of the robot suit and onto the ground. Mafuyu leapt in with a single strike, her shinai taking down the robot and rendering it scrap metal. Jita retreated from the scene. Lizzie was unable to report back to the Doll Empire, having passed out from being smothered by Hera’s breasts. By the time she returned, Queen Katja would no longer welcome her. Her swelling bosom was the sign of a traitor.
Wooden Flower and Paper Word shut the door to Lizzie’s room. They returned to the main chamber of the Doll Empire’s base, and saw Katja unveiling a painting of a man with a long, scraggly beard, and a single candle in an empty basin. The basin was meant to be filled with soma, which they had yet to get in any great capacity. Wooden Flower was the first to ask their Queen what she was doing.
“How come you’ve never shown us this before?” asked Wooden Flower.
“Because the time wasn’t right,” said Queen Katja. “The stars are about to align. When the first snow begins to fall, the revival of our leader, the Mad Monk, will come to pass. Then the Doll Empire can begin staking its claim on the world.”
“What role do we play?” asked Paper Word.
“Unlike that freelancer who fell victim to the allure of boobs, you two know that your role is to be my pawns. After all, the Mad Monk only needs one person at his right hand, and none are better suited for that role than myself,” said Queen Katja. “That’s why I sit upon this throne.”
Wooden Flower and Paper Word fell to their knees. “Yes, my queen.” They looked up at the painting in reverence. There were only a few more steps remaining in Queen Katja’s plan, and everything would be theirs. For what belonged to the Queen also belonged to them.
The day went on with nobody acknowledging what had happened at the church. It was cloaked in so much steam that nobody was able to properly verify what had happened. Tomo and Mafuyu were talking about plans for the school festival, when it was announced that a new student teacher was going to be joining their class. She looked old enough to be a college student, about two or three years older than Tomo and her circle of friends. She wrote her name on the blackboard, introducing herself.
“I know it’s late in the semester, and a weird time to be joining, but something urgent came up. I hope you’ll get along with me,” she said. She had messy purple hair and a magnificent pair of breasts that instantly made her the new favorite teacher of all the boys in the class. She cast a knowing glance at Tomo, which made Tomo’s nipples start to twitch underneath her uniform.
“My name is Juno Oikawa. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”
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