Sarah will do her best to help him.

"Ah. You had another episode." Sarah squatted down and smiled at Nicholas encouragingly. Not once did her eyes dip below his chin. "Sorry for barging in, I thought... I don't know, I was worried when you didn't answer."

Somehow, having his giving in to these urges referred to with a clinical term like 'episode' did help Nicholas, the panicked blank space of his mind filling with thoughts again. Of course, this also meant that his face turned a fiery red as he put his right arm over his sensitive tits and the left hand over his sticky crotch.

"Are you feeling alright, though? Your body, I mean?"

"I-I..." Sure, Nicholas' mind was a mess of swirling thoughts and embarassment, but his body? The afterbuzz of pleasure, an almost lazy contentedness...

"See? Just like the doctor said." Sarah squeezed Nicholas' shoulder gently at his tiny little nod. "If you milk yourself regularly, everything will be fine. It's a medical necessity, the... sensations are just a side-effect."

Sarah was right, wasn't she? Pastor Clarke thought about how painful and sore his chest became once it was filled to capacity, swollen with milk, the skin so taut it stung... that couldn't be healthy, right? And it wasn't like he was suffering. It was just... supremely embarassing. Actually - being caught was the most embarassing part, followed closely by the sense of losing control, of his body's urges getting the better of Pastor Clarke.

"Now, let me clean this up. You go wash yourself..." Sarah stood up, the gentle smile never leaving her face. "But we need to think of something for your tops - if we count your pajamas, that's the third one you soaked through. And remember to put some lotion on your chest so it doesn't get irritated."

Pastor Clarke's face fell. Of course, he hadn't even thought about that! Every garment he drenched with milk meant more work for Sarah as she had to wash them all. All the more reason to be proactive in taking care of his condition.

Once the floor and Pastor Clarke were clean again, he went to continue working, but first, he had to talk to Sarah about something. Finding his housekeeper in the kitchen, preparing everything for lunch, the pastor steeled himself and stood up straighter - only to wince as his pert boobies pushed into his sweatshirt. Luckily, Sarah didn't even notice him until the pastor cleared his throat.

"Oh, hi, Nicholas," Sarah greeted him as she turned away from the counter. "Did you need something?"

"Uhm, just... Thank you for your support." Pastor Clarke coughed awkwardly as he tried to think how to best breach the subject on his mind. "But... could I ask you, well..."

"Is it about me barging in on you when you... take care of yourself?" Good thing Sarah was so perceptive. Pastor Clarke had never been good with these kinds of touchy subjects. "Don't worry. I'll do my best to avoid that - but you have to help me a little. How about we do it like in college? Put a sock over the door handle when you... you know. And think about something for your tops. You have to either empty them more often or... I don't know..."

"I... yes, I'll try. And thanks for the idea with the sock!" Even being able to alleviate his condition without getting caught all the time sounded like a massive improvement. "Are you alright with lunch, then?"

"Sure, you go ahead and get back to work!" Shooing Pastor Clarke out of the kitchen, Sarah got back to cutting vegetables.

As before, without the constant pressure in his chest, Pastor Clarke managed to write paragraph after paragraph for his sermon. And knowing that even if he filled up too much and had to interrupt his work, the pastor would be spared the embarassment by getting caught with his tits and cock out... it alleviated quite a bit of the added stress. But of course, even though the situation was much improved, Pastor Clarke's condition hadn't. The bowl sitting on his desk was a constant reminder of that.

And it came in handy just after lunch, which had been pleasant enough. Sarah had taken care to skirt the topic of Pastor Clarke's breasts, even though he knew their swells were clearly visible under his sweatshirt. They had been swelling, filling all morning, and as soon as he sat down to work again, the pastor realized that the soreness was already distracting enough to warrant a milking - not to mention that he'd avoid soaking another shirt with his cream. Sighing, he got up again to put a sock over the door handle, taking off his sweatshirt as he returned to his desk.

Looking down at his front, Nicholas frowned. Without the added impetus of soreness, the need to empty himself not present, it felt... different to be doing this. But he could also tell that his breasts were fuller, firmer already, and when he cupped them gently, the first beads of milk began to form, nipples stiffening under his ministrations as he ran his fingers along his puffy areolas. Of course, without the soreness, the touch of his fingers was enjoyable from the very beginning, and Nicholas felt himself grow hard in his pants.

Huffing, Nicholas took his left hand away from his breast and pulled open his zipper, struggling to pull his throbbing length out. It was more than likely he'd cum before this was done with, and he'd rather wipe up his seed than change underwear. Leaning forwards over the bowl, Nicholas began to methodically massage his breasts and tug his nipples, thin arcs of cream tinkling into the bowl - he'd keep this as clinical and effective as possible.

That sentiment lasted all of five minutes. As Nicholas' boobs shrunk slightly, becoming softer when they were less bloated by milk, he couldn't resist running his fingers over the sensitive flesh, flicking his nipples instead of tugging them, gasping as he circled the swollen areola of his right breast. Nicholas' cock lurched and ached, begging to be touched, to be pumped until he came - but not as much as his breasts. The tiny mounds practically buzzed with pleasure as he palmed and rubbed them, pulling on the stiff nipples capping them not primarily to milk them now, but to feel the exquisite sensation of them stretching slightly before letting go and let them snap back towards his chest.

They were so very small, and yet, there was a noticeable, pleasurable bounce to them as Nicholas cupped and hefted them, jiggling up and down. Milk arced from his throbbing nipples, part of which splattered down onto his desk to be absorbed by the towel he had put down under the bowl, but Nicholas was once again beyond caring, the low plip-plip of pre-cum dripping onto the floor now mixing with the splashing of his milk. Nicholas balls began to churn, twitching as they prepared his load, and he began to intensify his ministrations.

"Mnnghooooh~..." A low moan rose from Nicholas throat as he thrust out his chest, boobs pressing against his palms, the last squirts of milk dribbling into them. "Nnnh..."

He could have stopped there. He should have stopped there. Nicholas' breasts where empty, so he had taken care of the medical side of things. The problem was - he didn't want to stop. Not with knowing he wouldn't be disturbed, not if it felt so good, not if he was so very close to cumming, again without touching his shaft even once... Squeezing his left breast, Nicholas flicked the stiff nipple of his right rapidly with two fingers, so very close now, cock straining and dripping, one finger of his left pressing down on his nipple, slick with milk, the point of no return, an almighty throb in his shaft, echoed by an explosion of bliss in his chest--

"NnnaaAAGH!" Unable to keep his voice down, Nicholas bucked his hips as spurt after thick spurt of seed blasted out, splattering against the radiator behind his desk, dripping down to the floor.

Nicholas hands never left his chest, squeezing and rubbing and flicking on instinct, soft flesh bulging slightly between his fingers. His ragged breaths were barely more than gasps, flowing hotly over Nicholas parted lips, open in an astonished 'o' of lust, unable to handle the intensity, the length of this climax that only kept going on and on as Nicholas mauled his tiny, milk-slickened titties.

When it was finally over, Nicholas shaft slowly softening between his legs, he collapsed into his chair, breathing heavily with a tired smile on his face. Sarah had been right, at least his condition was enjoyable, if a little messy. Speaking of which, Nicholas had to get something to wipe up his seed with. Once he had recovered. As he closed his eyes and leaned back, the pastor thought he could hear muffled, wet sounds from behind the door to his study. Maybe Sarah was mopping the floors...?