Not really - there aren't that many options.

Ordering takeout, burgers to be exact, had one particular advantage - it gave the two strange lovers just enough time to clean up themselves and the kitchen (again) before it arrived. But it also had a particular disadvantage: Neither Nicholas nor Sarah were all that presentable, at least not according to the current societal standards. But the pastor was positive that with the Lord's help, none of this would be a problem. Sarah, not so much.

"I... listen, Nicholas, I love you, and this body feels amazing, but... I don't think I'm comfortable showing myself to anyone else yet," she said with downcast eyes as the delivery app sounded off - the notification that their driver was about five minutes away. "I know it's unfair to unload this on you, but... could you maybe..."

"Take care of the door when the food arrives?" Lucky for her, Pastor Nicholas was more than willing to show himself to the world - at least if it was in the form of a delivery driver. Sort of a test run for the acceptance of the idealized human form before the sermon on Sunday. "Of course, no problem at all!"

The thankful smile alone that Sarah gave him as she secured her makeshift toga made it worth it.

Pastor Nicholas wasn't naive; for all his fervent belief and trust in God's plans he knew that Sarah's and his changes were radical to say the least. And as with all radical changes, there were bound to be those that would oppose them, that would not see the truth and the beauty in what was happening to the pastor and Sarah - and soon would happen to more of their congregation. But all he could do was wait and see. Still, the pastor had to take a deep breath before he opened the door after the bell rang, revealing a tall, lanky and most of all bored-looking guy in his late teens carrying a delivery bag.

"Yoo, I'm here to deliver a Quattro Burger and a Veggie Wallop plus a side of fries to a..." Checking the name scribbled on the bag, the delivery driver turned to look at Pastor Nicholas - only for his gaze to get drawn into the deep valley of the pastor's cleavage. He didn't even make it close to looking at Nicholas' face. "Wow. Uhm. Delivery... for... Nicholas? Clarke?"

Nicholas was suddenly glad he'd borrowed one of Sarah's low-cut blouses, even if he'd had to stretch it a bit in front. It was... amusing to have the young man basically hypnotized by his chest. Partly due to the pastor's thick nipples poking through the thin fabric due to the lack of a bra.

"Yes, that's me." The pastor's obviously male voice made the delivery driver scrunch up his face in confusion, and his eyes flitted up to Nicholas' face briefly. The dismay in the driver's expression made the pastor's stomach drop. The first person to see him, and already one of the doubters? "Should all be paid for."

"Yeeeah... just like you paid for these tits, huh?" The delivery driver looked back at Pastor Nicholas' tits as he handed over the food. It seemed that even though he had issues with whose chest the breasts were attached to, he wasn't above ogling them. "Seriously, dude, that's kinda nasty. A guy shouldn't have boobs, even if they look like that. On a girl, sure, but--"

"I will... take your opinion into consideration," the pastor said coldly as he took the food. He'd planned to give the driver a tip, but the youth's rudeness had made him rather disinclined to follow through on that notion. "Have a nice evening, young man."

"What, no tip?!" The driver leaned sideways as Nicholas closed the door in his face to keep looking at the pastor.

"I think you got to look at my 'tips' long enough."

With that, Nicholas closed the door in the surprised driver's face and turned around, food in hand and a peculiar mix of emotions in his mind. For the first interaction with someone untouched by the Lord's blessings to go like this... it was disheartening. But at the beginning, when the delivery guy had ogled Nicholas' breasts - that had felt strangely good, having another person so enthralled. By all means, from what the pastor had heard from female members of his congregation and even Sarah, getting stared at like this should have felt disgusting and demeaning. But maybe it was the Lord's touch that made his chest irresistible and enabled his mind to enjoy the attention?

The pastor would have to think about all of this - after dinner.

Or, as it turned out, during dinner.

"Are you alright, Nicholas?" Sarah was taking care not to dribble sauce from her Veggie Wallop onto the toga covering her massive breasts - there was enough washing up to do as it was. "You seem a little down."

"Hm?" Pastor Nicholas was troubled, yes. But could he really voice his doubts? He got his answer when he felt Sarah's hand lightly grab his lower arm and saw her smile when he raised his head to look at her. If it was with Sarah, Nicholas could share anything. "It's... what if I underestimated the resistance of those not yet touched by the Lord? What if I'm not strong enough, not able to make them see the truth? What if..."

"Hey..." Sarah's soft voice pulled Nicholas out of the spiral he found himself in. "You'll do fine. Every member of this church trusts you. They know you care deeply for them, and once they receive God's blessing like we did..."

"That's just it, how did that even happen?" The half-eaten burgers between them forgotten, Nicholas found himself voicing thoughts that had lingered in the back of his mind, only coming to the fore now that the craziness of the week that lay behind them and particularly the last few days lessened. "I'm just a small pastor, not some great priest or prophet or something. Why did I get chosen?"

"I can't believe that I'm telling you, Nicholas..." Sarah's smile was somehow warm and teasing at the same time. "But isn't God known to choose the small guy over some bigshot? I'm not saying things will be easy, but we'll get through it together, alright?"

Nicholas opened his mouth to reply, only to close it again. It was true, wasn't it? Moses, Noah, even some of the Apostles... they had been chosen by the Lord for great trials, and had only grown into their roles as prophets and great figures of the faith with time. Not that Pastor Nicholas was so conceited as to believe himself among their rank, not now and with all likelyhood not ever, but he had to do his best to learn from their example. And the pastor was sure that Sarah would give him all the strength he needed - mental strength, obviously. Their frenzied fucking usually left both of them exhausted.

"Yes. Together." Returning Sarah's smile, Nicholas leaned over the table, careful to not let his breasts hang into his food, and exchanged a short, but hearfelt kiss with his lover.