As usual, cleaning, showering, eating.

"Wow, I... wow." Gasping breathlessly, Sarah tried to find words to show her appreciation, but with her mind still reeling from the sensations of her and Nicholas' first ever blowjob, she was less than eloquent. "You..."

Not that Nicholas was faring much better. His lips and mouth still tingled with pleasure, the taste of Sarah's cum lingering on his tongue. It wasn't bad, all things considered, just a little strong, maybe. And the thick spunk covered Nicholas chin and chest as well, dripping down the generous swell of his breasts and into the valley of his cleavage. Once again, the uncontrollable urges that were part of the Lord's gifts had left both pastor and housekeeper and of course the room in quite a state. And with creamy milk still dribbling from Sarah's enormous udders, the mess was only growing.

"Mnngh..." The issue was that both Sarah and Nicholas were recovering rather slowly, with Nicholas enormous cock never having gone down completely - it was still half-hard and pulsed lustfully. And his breasts were still slowly leaking milk from fat puckered nipples, while his pussy politely asked to be filled, if possible. Luckily, with his libido sufficiently quelled after his self-blowjob, Nicholas managed to ignore it.

But Nicholas felt that even with how messy and cumbersome his new, changing body was at times, it was all worth it. Not just the sensations it gave him, but the deeper bond with Sarah and the knowledge that he had been chosen by the Lord... it made the pastor feel incredibly blessed and thankful. Even if the slowly cooling, drying cum itched rather badly.

"We should shower... again, and then clean..." Nicholas jaw felt sore, not yet used to giving blowjobs, and he moved it from side to side in an effort to stretch the overworked muscles. Forcing himself onto his feet, Nicholas shuffled over to Sarah, trying to avoid the puddles of cum covering the floor. It was an exercise in futility. "Need help getting up?"

Sarah simply nodded, grabbing Nicholas' hand and nearly pulling him to the floor as she got up, only the fact that she was basically sliding up on the door keeping them upright. Her gargantuan breasts slid up Nicholas' front, milk still flowing from her eight nipples and soaking into the pastor's already ruined clothes. His cock twitched and surged bigger when Sarah's creamy breastflesh brushed against it, but didn't quite get fully hard - refractory periods were still a thing, obviously. But when they both finally stood upright, Nicholas pulled his partner into a tight embrace, resting his head on top of Sarah's and his shaft between her thighs.

"I love you, Sarah." There was no hesitation, no doubt, just absolute, perfect certainty. "I want you to know that."

"I... I l-love you too..."Sarah stammered, caught unawares, but clearly happy as she returned the hug, the pressure forcing out more milk out of their breasts, heavy drops of cream dripping to the floor under them. "It's just... everything's happening so fast..."

"I know... it has barely been a week." It wasn't like Nicholas had an easy time adjusting to what was happening. His giant breasts pressing into Sarah's even bigger udders, stiffening nipples poking into soft flesh were a stark reminder how different they were now... but the pastor's fervent belief that all of this was part of the Lord's plan gave him the strength to adjust as well as he did. "But trust in God, for this is all part of his plan for humanity."

"Mhm..." Sarah sounded a little calmer at least, resting her head in Nicholas' cleavage, not caring about the drying sheet of cum covering the soft orbs.

After all, they would have to take another shower anyways.

Once that was done and they had cleaned the room once more, it was way past lunch, well into the afternoon in fact, so Sarah decided to get to making what she had been planning to make for dinner right away. Pastor Nicholas, torn between continuing with his sermon and helping his lover, decided to follow Sarah into the kitchen in the end - after all, they were no longer employer and employee, but so much more. And besides, with how inspired he felt, Nicholas would be able to finish his sermon the next day, with plenty of time to edit it to completion until the evening.

The trouble was that Sarah had to wear an apron to cook - or rather, that she insisted on wearing one. It barely reached the upper edge of her areolas, leaving her eight nipples bare and wobbling with her every movement, thick cream dripping from them in big drops.

"Uh, Sarah? Why did you... Why aren't you wearing your..." Nicholas was grating cheese, struggling to focus and not grate his fingers as well with Sarah's magnificent teats on display like that.

"Oh, I didn't wanna get it dirty," Sarah replied dismissively as she pulled out a tupperware filled with noodles from the fridge, the cold air wafting from the open door making her nipples even stiffer. "We're having more than enough stuff to put through the wash as it is."

It sounded logical, but Sarah seemed to flaunt her assets rather aggressively, a distinct spring in her step making them bounce and jiggle - then again, maybe she was just happy about the developments of the day, much like Nicholas was. No matter the reason, the effect was the same: the pastor once again felt his pants, one of the last clean pairs he had, grow increasingly tight along one leg. This was was of course due to the fact that his swollen shaft had grown far to large to be kept anywhere but parallel to one of his legs, making a distinct outline under the fabric.

An outline that was growing larger as the pastor kept grating, biting his lips and focusing now that the cheese he was grating became ever smaller. He could hear Sarah rummage around the kitchen, humming a little tune as she prepared a casserole. But no matter how much Nicholas tried to focus, he still almost cut himself on the grater when Sarah said:

"Nicholas~? Would you help me for a minute? We need a little bit of milk, and... I'd do it myself, but I have so many nipples, and together is more fun..."