No. No, it isn't.

The pastor's breathing was growing ragged as he reached what would likely be the halfway point of his sermon at the sixth paragraph around noon. Sarah had knocked on his door, letting him know lunch was ready if he wanted to take it, but Nicholas had barely registered that. The front of his shirt was soaked with milk, every breath sending shivers down the pastor's spine as sensitive, milk-slick flesh pressed into the too-tight fabric clinging to his skin. Nicholas balls churned, a near-constant stream of precum dripping to the ground in thick, gooey ropes, his pants squelching with his pussy juices, but still, he wrote as if in a frenzy.

A low creaking sound echoed through the office, accompanied by an intensifying lustful tingle that made Nicholas' cock strain up against the wood. But only when he felt his legs pushed apart by his swelling balls did the pastor realize what was happening, too absorbed by the words gushing forth from his soul. Evidently, the Lord was not yet done with him - or more specifically, his shaft and nuts. And now, with Nicholas' trance broken, he realized the state he was in; milk flowing freely from his breasts, a deluge of femcum flowing into his undies, pre dripping to the floor and oozing along the length of Nicholas' shaft. Which, he now saw, was visibly thickening and lengthening. And making an absolute mess of the floor. Which Sarah would have to clean up. But considering how his member was starting to get longer than his lower arm, Nicholas got an idea that would take care two problems at once.

Scooting back from his desk, groaning as his swollen glans dragged over the pre-slick wood. The mess he'd made so far was already considerable, so there would be cleaning up to do anyways, but Nicholas didn't care. As he began pulling his swelling shaft towards his more than generous chest, Nicholas began to salivate at the smell of pre bubbling up from his gaping urethra - maybe avoiding a mess was just a pretense after all. The underside of his cock already suitably slicked, the pastor didn't have to spread the seemingly neverending sticky juices around much to be properly lubed up.

"Thank you, Lord, for this blessing..." With a short prayer, Nicholas pulled his pulsing shaft into his cleavage with his right hand while his left freed his soft, sloshing tits from his soaked shirt and stayed on them to gently tease the slick skin, rubbing the swollen areola and flicking the stiff, milky nipples every so often.

Thrusting his hips slowly, Nicholas marveled at the way the motions made his breasts jiggle, tiny spurts of milk squirting from his breasts from the minuscule pressure; obviously, it had been high time to empty them again. White cream was mixing with clear pre in Nicholas' cleavage as he leaned back, the position letting him pump his shaft through the valley between his boobs with barely any friction. Nicholas' breath came in ragged gasps, both hands now on his breasts to press them against his bloated shaft and squeeze the pliant flesh until it bulged out between his fingers, milk arcing through the air and narrowly missing the desk with the still-running laptop on it. Dimly realizing that he hadn't saved his work since starting the new file, Nicholas turned around to face the door. Of course, that meant if Sarah walked in, the shameless display of her employer fucking his own tits would be right in her face, but the pastor had a feeling that she wouldn't mind.

He sure didn't mind being seen by her. Nicholas' cock trembled and lurched, almost slipping from his cleavage more than once, requiring the pastor to up the pressure ever so slightly, at the same time wishing for a third hand to take care of his poor, neglected snatch. At least the increased pressure only enhanced the sensations - and the flow of milk. Groaning and gasping, Nicholas bucked his hips, the swollen, purple helmet poking out a little more from between his enormous breasts with every thrust, fat nuts jumping and jostling against his desk chair. Just a scant few inches, and he'd be...

"Mnngh..." Nicholas realized that he was straining his head towards the tip of his lengthening cock, tongue extended towards the frothy mix of milk and pre squelching out of his cleavage with every thrust. It smelled divine, heady, irresistible. Nicholas would have to offer Sarah some once he was done here... "Alllmos--mmghhf!"

One last surge of growth, and Nicholas suddenly found his mouth plugged by his nearly apple-sized glans - and his palate was overwhelmed by savory, cloying pre-cum squirting into his mouth with every thrust to be gulped down eagerly. It was at least as good as the taste of his own milk had been, only savory instead of sweet; Nicholas loved it, slobbering over every inch of his glans he could reach. Muffled groans filled the room as he began thrusting faster into his mouth, sliding both breasts along his length to further enhance the experience - and with their size, he managed to cover quite a bit of shaft.

Nicholas' shirt, the chair, even his pants were a mess, milk and pre dripping to the floor as he mashed his breasts against his pumping shaft. It throbbed and pulsed just as hard as when he'd taken Sarah from behind, only now it was so. Much. Larger! The arm-length monster twitched and jerked, held only by Nicholas' equally massive boobs. They had probably grown as well - Nicholas had emptied them of what felt like a gallon of milk, and they still felt just as big as before, with milk gushing forth with every thrust, every squeeze, seemingly neverending.

Just as Nicholas' pre. With every thrust, the globs squirting into his mouth seemed to become larger, thicker, until the fat rivulets of pre ran down Nicholas' chin when he couldn't swallow everything anymore, adding to the squelching mix in his cleavage. The sensations were so intense, Nicholas could barely think, barely breathe - although that was more likely due to the fact that his mouth was still plugged up tightly by his massive shaft. Feeling dizzy with lust and lack of air, Nicholas almost missed the two powerful twitches in his grapefruit-sized balls that were the only warning before they practically slammed upwards against his crotch and exploded with thick seed.

"Glugh!" Nicholas almost choked on the deluge of cum that exploded into his mouth, eyes snapping wide open as he swallowed as fast and hard as he could.

It was no use. His nuts had almost tripled in size, with an appropriate jump in production, any efforts were doomed from the start. Thick, salty cum spurted from Nicholas' mouth as he kept swallowing as much as he could even as his lungs began to scream for air. Finally, Nicholas had to let his cock spring free, the massive shaft straining upwards to spray the last shot of cum through the air while the pastor gasped for air, swallowing the last drops of cum remaining in his mouth. Both strength and balls drained, Nicholas slumped down in his chair as his dick began to wilt, pussy twitching in sympathy.

"Nicholas?! Oh." Apparently, Nicholas hadn't been all that silent - not that he'd tried. Sarah rushed into the room, slamming the door open, evidently not caring that her gargantuan breasts had both slipped from her makeshift top, all eight nipples bobbing up and down with every hurried step. At least the deep worry in her face was short-lived, soon replaced by wry amusement as she began to fix her top. "Look at you making a mess. Although I have to admit, you're looking really hot right now..."

With a weary smile at Sarah, Nicholas took a shuddering breath - and then his eyes dropped towards Sarah's crotch. And the growing tent stretching the fabric. Somehow, he didn't feel all that tired anymore.