Well, his boobs would look REALLY nice in one...

"Uh, yeah, I mean... they'll bounce all over the place otherwise, and it's gonna hurt in the evening, and... and..." Sarah looked at the pastor with big, hopeful eyes. "Oh! And we could include pads that soak up some milk!"

Pastor Clarke looked down his front once again, swallowing as he stared into the deep valley of his cleavage. It was true, his breasts did bounce a lot, even on the short walk from his room to the kitchen, and having them covered only by the thin fabric of his shirt did make the pastor feel a little exposed. Particularly the lewd way his fat nipples almost seemed to poke holes into it, even soft as they were right now. With a bra, particularly a padded one that would prevent him from soaking through shirt after shirt...

"I don't know... Wouldn't that be weird, me wearing a bra? I mean, I am a man."

"Y-yes, you are! But, well, this swelling on your chest is technically breasts, and I think it would be weirder to not give them proper support." As Sarah sat up straighter during her impassioned speech, Pastor Clarke found his eyes drawn to her chest briefly - it seemed a little bigger, as well... "I-I mean, if you really don't want, you don't have to, but I think it would help... plus, I think you would look really pre--uh, yeah, it would definitely help."

"Hmm... I mean, you obviously have more experience with... this." The pastor poked the side of his breast with one finger and immediately wished he hadn't - even this little touch sent a pleasant tingle through his body, nipples growing just a little erect and tenting his shirt. "I... Oh, why not. I can always take it off again if I feel uncomfortable."

"Great! We can leave right now - or do you need to get ready first?" Sarah was already rising from her chair, beaming at the pastor. But the wide smile fell when she saw Pastor Clarke's confused expression. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, leave? I... sorry, Sarah, but I can't go out like this! Sure, you like it, I li--don't mind it, but I can't show myself like this, especially not as a pastor." While Pastor Clarke definitely liked the positive attention his soft tits got from Sarah, he wasn't so naive as to assume everyone would react like that. "Can't we just order a bra for me?"

"Oh..." Sarah looked rather disappointed at that. "Yeah, I... I see. Of course. But, uhm... y-you need to get sized properly, and at least try some on. The only thing worse than no bra is a badly fitted bra."

"Wait, so I would have someone I don't know touch them?!" Pastor Clarke balked at the idea. Going outside while his condition was still flaring up was bad enough, but getting sized? He didn't know exactly what that entailed, but measuring surely would have a salesperson put their hands on his tits. No, thanks!

"Well, that's how it works, but I under..." As her voice trailed off, Sarah's smile returned with even more intensity. "That's it! I can size your breasts!"

Having Sarah do the measuring solved both of the pastor's issues with the idea - he didn't have to leave the house, and he knew Sarah; and how tender and soft her hands had felt. So immediately after breakfast, Pastor Clarke and his housekeeper had returned to his bedroom, and the pastor was sitting on the edge of his bed without his shirt, sizeable breasts laid bare and garnering a fair bit of attention from Sarah. And she hadn't even started the sizing.

"Uh, Sarah? All that staring is a bit weird..." Crossing his arms, Pastor Clarke cupped his tits from below - left boob with right hand and right boob with left hand, nipples hidden by his palms. Even the slight pressure alone was enough to make them tingle and engorge.

"Oh! Sorry, sorry, yes! If you're alright with it, I'll go ahead with the measuring tape, then." Sarah bit her lower lip, eyes leaving the creamy swell of the pastor's breasts only reluctantly. "Okay, if you could do me a favor - raise your arms and put your hands on the back of your head. D-don't look at me like that, I can't measure you otherwise."

Swallowing his protest, Nicholas did as he was told, face heating up ever more. He could feel his breasts rise slightly, pulled up by the unusual position of his arms. And yet, exposed as he was, Nicholas felt his nipples crinkle in the air, stiffening just a little more, practically egging his shaft on to begin swelling larger, too - and at the same rate the stiff pleasure nubs on Nicholas' chest and the bulge in his pants grew, Sarah's breathing grew heavier, mouth opening in dumb-struck reverie.

"Oh my god..." Raising the measuring tape in trembling hands, Sarah had to swallow hard, eyes glued to Nicholas heaving breasts, his own breathing having deepened - it felt weirdly stimulating, presenting himself to his housekeeper like this. "They... they're p-perfect. I, uhm, I'll measure the band size first. Allow m-me..."

Leaning forwards, Sarah brought the measuring tape around Nicholas' body - and her face inches from his breasts. He could feel Sarah's hot breath wash over the swell of his bosom, tickling the sensitive skin and making his nipples tremble and throb, cock straining against his underwear. Nicholas was so hard it hurt, pants much too tight, tighter than he'd ever known.

"There we... go!"

"Ngh!" The tiny gust of air the word 'go' sent over Nicholas' soft skin was enough to send a shock of pleasure through him, unable to keep from making a sound.

"Oops... does it feel good?" An impish smile played around Sarah's mouth as she pulled back, her eyes wandering down to Nicholas' unbearably stiff nipples. "Okay, that's... 40 inches. Not bad. And now..."

Sarah trailed off, gaze still fixed on Nicholas' breasts, rising and falling with his undeniably excited breaths. His nipples felt like tiny, rock-hard dicks, throbbing and lurching. Nicholas wanted to touch them, he wanted Sarah to touch them, feel the milk that was building up in his breasts drip from them... But that was not what they were doing here, and he shouldn't even have these wants in the first place. Face hot, arms trembling as his fingers pressed against the back of his head, Nicholas prayed for strength, fighting against this strange longing, intent to not give in just because of some medical condition.

"Ah. N-now, we get to the cu-cup measurement." As Nicholas set his jaw, Sarah dove forwards to wrap the measuring tape around his back again, her breaths tickling Nicholas' boobs only briefly - but his relief was shortlived. "Let me just--"

"Nghoooh~!" Bringing her hands together over Nicholas' tits, Sarah closed the measuring tape right over his nipples, fingers brushing against his puffy areolas.

Moaning involuntarily, Nicholas arched his back and pressed his breasts into Sarah's hands, his cock straining so much he thought it would burst through his zipper, a few beads of milk forming on his achingly hard nipples.

"Woah, Nicholas, calm down! I hate myself for saying this, but you have to calm down!" Sarah even managed to move her hands back a little from Nicholas' tits, and with herculean effort, he fought down the wave of pleasure - although milk now dribbled from his nipples and down the swell of Nicholas' boobs, and his underwear felt sticky with pre. "Alright, I... just a minute, and... Done! A little more than 42 inches!"

Nicholas barely processed what Sarah was saying, breath after shuddering breath rising from his throat. He could feel the very air moving across his bare flesh, bead after bead of milk forming and dripping from his nipples, running down his body and soaking into his pants. Sarah was done, right? Didn't that mean he could let go of his head, **** his breasts and play with them until he--

"Mngh-*sllp*!" A hot, wet tongue suddenly lapped over Nicholas' left nipple - and the lack of warning teamed up with the heretofore unknown, intense stimulation to make him cum on the spot, eyes rolling up in his head.

"Unghoood!" Hips bucking, fingers tightening against the back of his head, Nicholas sent spurt after thick spurt of jizz into his pants, the soaked fabric already feeling sticky and clinging to his pulsing prick.

"Agh! Oh no, I'm sorry, I... Nicholas, I didn't..." Milk sprayed from Nicholas heaving breasts, his dancing nipples doing their best to imitate his spurting cock as they showered Sarah in creamy goodness. "I'm... oh my gosh!"

"H--ooh... ughnnh~..." There was nothing in Nicholas' mind but pleasure, even as his climax slowly petered off.

Gasping and groaning, he let himself fall sideways onto the bed, luxuriating in the afterglow, barely noticing that Sarah fled the room, stammering something about bras and shopping.