The Pastor is confused, Sarah a little frantic.

"Uh, Sarah? That... is that...?" As Pastor Clarke pointed at Sarah's obviously leaking tits, his mind felt blank. What in the world was going on?!

"Tha--i-it's... oh god." Sarrah took a deep breath, which of course increased the flow from her breasts, the dark blotches spreading more rapidly now. "It's... it's a sympathetic reaction! Yeah! Doctor Martens warned me this might happen, my body reacts to you giving milk. It thinks there's going to be a child that needs feeding, so it begins production, too. To help!"

"But... but I'm not pregnant! It's a medical condition, you said it yourself!" Pastor Clarke covered his swollen boobs with both arms, wincing as he brushed over his sensitive nipples, still stimulated and hard from his interrupted self-pleasuring. "And I never heard of something like a sympathetic reaction."

"It's really, really rare, almost as rare als male lactation!" Now, Sarah covered her own breasts as the fabric of her shirt began to cling to her breasts. "And of course you're not pregnant, but my body doesn't know that. It's completely involuntary, just like for you. Listen, I'll take care of this and change before I get to doing the housework. We'll get through this, alright?"

And with that, Sarah jumped up and hurried out of the kitchen, leaving her half-eaten sandwich and a bewildered pastor behind.

Pastor Clarke had trouble concentrating - and this time, it wasn't because of his chest. He'd become rather used to the ubiquitous, subdued, slowly mounting pressure, and the almost annoying sensitivity. No, it was his housekeeper's behavior that was weighing on his mind, making it hard to focus on his work. What was going on with Sarah? Besides the obvious. And the obvious raised enough questions on its own. Why had she started lactating as well? Was there really such a thing as a sympathetic reaction? It did sound plausible enough, from what limited knowledge the pastor had. Wouldn't it be advantageous if more than one... well, person in this case could breastfeed a hypothetical child? Not that there would be one, but as Sarah had said, their bodies didn't know that.

But still, Pastor Clarke felt like he was missing something. It made him wish he'd paid better attention in biology classes in high school. Then again, what was happening to them would likely not even have been covered in university. The pastor just felt overwhelmed; his swelling, milky breasts, Sarah's milky breasts, and of course the fact that he seemed to grow to like the former more than he likely should.

In the end, Pastor Clarke barely managed more than one paragraph until lunch, which he took alone in the kitchen. It seemed he wasn't the only one not quite comfortable with what was going on, an oddly comforting notion. What was less comforting was the fact that Pastor Clarke didn't have to milk himself yet. While this seemed like a good thing, the pastor was smart enough to realize that this was mostly due to his breasts now being so much bigger than before. In fact, they were bigger than they had been this morning, and they weren't even all that firm and taut with milk yet. Pastor Clarke would have milked himself already to avoid having them swell too much, but Sarah had knocked on his door and told him she'd prepared lunch, and seeing as he wasn't leaking or even aching yet, Pastor Clarke had decided to eat first.

And he didn't find himself regretting it, the increased capacity of his bust affording him more time before he had to take care of things. But as soon as he was done eating, Pastor Clarke returned to his study with fresh towels and the cleaned bowl Sarah had put out for him, feeling eager to... no, not milk himself to climax. That would be perverse. He just wanted to get rid of the pressure mounting in his chest, to prevent himself from soaking another shirt.

Sock over the door handle, shirt neatly over the back of his desk chair, Nicholas sat down on the floor crosslegged with the bowl on his towel-covered legs, tits rising proudly from his chest, nipples erect and throbbing with his heartbeat. He'd once again wrapped his cock into a condom, feeling the rubber-covered, throbbing shaft against his legs; and apparently, Nicholas had been wrong about his size compared to other men. He'd always thought himself to be a little above average at best, but today, he'd found himself unable to fit into anything under a size called 'MegaSupaNova XL'. Of course, that didn't sound like any kind of standardized size, so maybe Nicholas had just fallen victim to a marketing ploy.

Which was obviously the least important thing on his mind currently. Cupping his full, heavy breasts, Nicholas rubbed his thumbs over their swells gently, letting them know it was finally time. They reacted by slowly starting up the flow of his milk, the first little droplets beginning to form at Nicholas' erect teats. Just a little squeeze, and the droplets grew enough to dangle from his nipples and fall into the empty bowl with little 'plip-plip' sounds.

Nicholas was taking his time after the interrupted session in the morning, not touching his stiff nipples or even the puffy areolas surrounding them yet. Surely, with his boobs fuller than ever, it would be healthier to go slow. Too fast, and Nicholas would probably hurt the milk ducts in his tits and nipples.

"Mmmh~..." It definitely wasn't because it felt exquisitely, mind-blowingly amazing, Nicholas' rock-hard shaft straining against the bowl and almost lifting the china from his lap.

The first, slow tug on his nipples made Nicholas' eyes flutter half-closed as milk splashed into the bowl and, with Nicholas not really able to pay attention, all over the towel on his legs. His hands worked on autopilot again, tugging and squeezing and rubbing, Nicholas tits feeling so unbearably sensitive that he doubled over, coincidentally managing to get more of his milk into the bowl now.

"Oh Lord..." Right now, Nicholas almost felt thankful the Lord was testing him like this. But was he failing or succeeding?

He didn't care. Not right now. Not with his breasts sending waves of pleasure through his body, not with his swollen, erect shaft lurching and pulsing in his lap. Nicholas couldn't take his hands away from his tits to stroke himself, though, revelling in the sensations as he massaged them gently, every gentle motion making more and more milk drip into the bowl. Even if Nicholas had stopped touching himself, he was sure that the flow wouldn't have stopped - but this wasn't about emptying his breasts any longer. It had barely started out as such.

"Nnyees~..." Pre was now oozing out of Nicholas' cock, the condom beginning to feel squishy and tight around his length, but as usual, his focus was entirely on his breasts. "Oh--OH!"

As such, Nicholas' sudden climax almost blindsided him, shot after shot of thick cock milk blasting into the condom as regular milk squirted from Nicholas' breasts as he squeezed down on them reflexively, soft titflesh bulging out from between his digits - and yet, he wasn't done when his member started to go limp. After all, there was still milk in his tits.

A knock on the door made Nicholas' head whip up from where he'd been looking down on his B-cup boobies as he played with them, a happy smile on his face. His milk had long since dried up, but it just felt so nice...

"Nicholas? Dinner is done!"

If Pastor Clarke had been a man of strong words, he would have used a few choice ones right now.