Breakfast, and then some frantic rewriting of a sermon. The pastor's epiphany needs to be spread!

Naturally, it took both Sarah and Pastor Nicholas a while to recover. They spent the time snuggling and resting on the bathroom rug, with neither of them speaking a word. It wasn't necessary to say anything. Just being there, next to each other, skin against skin was enough. Although obviously, Sarah couldn't resist playing with Nicholas' tits every now and then. In fact, her hands were on the soft, sensitive orbs the entire time, making him ever more sure that they were surely blessed, their bodies closer to an idealized form. Nicholas' heart beat faster in anticipation of things yet to come. Which, judging by the loud gurgle of their stomachs, would probably be breakfast. After cleaning themselves and the bathroom.

Everything seemed to be brighter, to taste better this morning as Sarah and Nicholas shared a simple breakfast, making pleasant small talk as they wolfed down several bowls of oatmeal with milk from Sarah's over-abundant udders. Neither of them thought much about it, and with the housekeeper's seemingly never-ending supply, they'd decided that all her fresh cream might as well be put to good use. It was really tasty after all...

"You know, I think I've... grown bigger." Nicholas shifted in his seat, the slight movement enough to make his breasts wobble slightly. "Down below, and... well, none of my bras fit right, it seems."

"Oh really? What a shame..." Sarah did sound a little disappointed, but her eyes were glued to Nicholas' cleavage as his soft breastflesh bulged from his half-buttoned dress shirt. "You looked so cute in them, and they... ah, well."

"Yes, and I actually miss them, you know? Never in my life would I have thought I'd miss bras, but these are heavy!" Lifting his bust, Nicholas reminded himself just how heavy they were as his boobs overflowed his hands - and a nipple popped free from his shirt. "And I didn't have to worry about this!"

"Oh, I don't mind..." Sarah smiled, gyrating her hips in her seat rather suggestively as Nicholas took care of his wardrobe malfunction. "I mean, look at me!"

Nicholas did, and compared with Sarah's bust, his own seemed definitely manageable. After all, he didn't have to worry about four permanently leaking, half-erect nipples on boobs so large they made wearing anything but literal bed sheets impossible. Of course, the sight made his shaft stiffen inside his pants, exacerbating the lack of room in the crotch. The straining fabric brought Ncholas to another question that had occured to him when he had gotten dressed earlier, having struggled with the increased size of his member.

"Uh, by the way, how are you... dealing with your... down below?" It was a little awkward, talking openly about sexual matters, especially for Nicholas.

"By wearing a skirt." Sarah smiled, clearly much more comfortable with, well, everything. "And it kind of... slipped back inside?"

"Wait, I don't understand...?"

What followed was an introductory course into clitoral anatomy in general and Sarah's modified genitals in particular; it seemed she was one hell of a grower, her clit-cock disappearing into her clitoral hood when not aroused. Which, granted, wasn't all that often. As she confided in Nicholas, her member was currently tenting her skirt rather severely, a fact that made the pastor's dick throb and his pussy moisten. And yet...

"I would... love to repeat this morning, but first, I need to restart my sermon. Get a new one done until Sunday."

"What do you...? But you were almost done! We could have used the rest of the week for..." Trailing off, Sarah licked her lips lasciviously, sending a jolt of lust through Nicholas. But he persevered.

"Yes, but I had an epiphany! Listen..."

And the pastor began to speak with a fervor that he rarely reached during his sermons, a burning conviction fueling his words. He spoke of shared changes and pleasures, deepening bonds and similarities, and above all, the obvious hand the Almighty had in this. Who else would have the power to do this, to change a human being so radically? Of course, Sarah and Nicholas wouldn't be the only ones to change, but maybe among the first, and it would fall to them to pave the way for what was to come, preach acceptance even more than before. Radical, all-encompassing acceptance for radical, all-encompassing changes.

"Wow..." Nicholas felt he had been rambling, words pouring out of him as if born from divine inspiration. But Sarah seemed to think differently, looking at the pastor with wide eyes. "I... I would be lying if I'd say I haven't worried about how people will accept... these; if you can make people see the truth, and if we aren't alone... that would be great..."

"Right?" That Sarah didn't mention God's role at all didn't even occur to Pastor Nicholas. "So you understand! Now, I need to hurry if I want to complete an entire sermon in two days - I hope you understand..."

Sarah did, and after cleaning up the kitchen, she got to doing some housework, hindered by her mountainous assets and a throbbing erection while Nicholas got to scrapping one sermon and starting another. Although, of course, his own sizable breasts got in the way more than once, his hands and arms brushing against their soft swell, and while the words pretty much poured out of him just as they had in the kitchen. Nicholas barely managed two paragraphs before he had to free his massive, pulsing shaft from the too tight confines of his pants, leaving it to throb and smear precum over the underside of the pastor's desk. Of course, Nicholas' nipples weren't about to be left out, tenting his shirt until his areola became visible at the edges of his cleavage, the tiniest droplets of milk beginning to ooze into the fabric. Not that this was the only garment getting soaked - with every throbbing pulse of his cock, Nicholas could feel his pussy lips twitch and flutter, his juices slowly flowing into the crotch of his pants.

But Nicholas didn't have time to take care of his lust right now - something stronger than mere libido was driving him, and he didn't want to lose what he was sure was divine inspiration. By the time he neared the end of the fifth rough paragraph, milk was dribbling down the undersides of his breasts, staining the dress shirt deeply, and Nicholas was thrusting his hips as if on autopilot, dragging his sensitive glans over the pre-slick surface as his cock throbbed and lurched and buzzed.