Absolutely. He can't stand seeing her like this.

Knees wobbling, Nicholas took a step towards the door, only to wince and look down at himself as he felt the soaked pajama pants cling to his crotch and legs - and then wince harder as he saw the huge orbs on his chest, rising proudly from his pecs. They looked so huge, felt so heavy... and Sarah's hands had felt so ni--

Shaking his head forcefully, Nicholas walked over to the sink, stripping out of his pants and using a wash cloth to get himself at least somewhat clean. Once done, Nicholas dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist, only to find himself face to face with teardrops of his tits in the mirror, nipples poking out cheekily from puffy areolas. Groaning in annoyance, Nicholas pulled out a larger towel to wrap it around his chest as he had seen Sarah do it. And pulled a face as he instantly felt less exposed. Swollen, milky, insanely sensitive chest aside, Nicholas was still a man! He shouldn't be...

Standing around like this while Sarah was holed up in her room, mortified at what she had done. Nicholas had to talk to her.

"Sarah? Are you alright?" Nicholas wanted to kick himself. For all his eloquence in the pulpit, he was astonishingly good at putting his foot in his mouth outside of church."What am I saying, of course you aren't."

No answer. In fact, Pastor Clarke couldn't hear anything from inside Sarah's room, standing in front of the door in nothing but two towels.

"Listen, can we... can we talk about this?" Nothing. "I promise I'm not mad."

This time, the pastor could hear low shuffling; or was that sniffling? Well, Sarah crying would be understandable - and upsetting.

"Please, let me talk to you. I know you didn't really do it on purpose, but it's just... something we should discuss." Okay, Sarah was definitely crying now. What Nicholas was saying obviously wasn't helping. But what else could he say that would? Maybe... the truth. "Seriously, I'm not mad at all. Honestly, it actually... it was... it was kind of nice. Felt good..."

"R-Really?" Sarah's voice was tiny, barely audible through the door, but definitely hopeful. Which in turn heartened the pastor.

"Yeah! You were really gentle, I wouldn't even say no to another round..." Nicholas' face heated up to about a million degrees in an instant, his voice trailing off. What was he saying?! Sure, he wanted to make Sarah feel better, but where had this even come from? Did he really want his housekeeper to play with his...

"I'm so glad..." The door opened suddenly and Nicholas found himself embraced tightly by Sarah, who nuzzled her head against his soft bust. "I... I thought I messed up, really bad, but... I'm just happy you don't hate me now."

"Ah-I..." Returning the hug mechanically, face still uncomfortably hot, Nicholas tried to find the right words - and preferably ones that wouldn't get him in another kind of trouble. If only these kinds of talks could be prepared like his sermons... "I could never. You're my best friend, have been since... how long have we known each other?"

"Eight years, on Monday in two weeks."

"Wow, that's... you know that off the top of our head?"

"Mhmm... Uh." Sarah stiffened briefly before sinking back into the hug. "I... I do the books, you know. And-and our taxes. That's how I know."

"Ah, I see." Again, Nicholas was rather sure Sarah wasn't telling him the whole truth. But as it didn't seem to be for a malicious reason, he didn't press the issue. Not with Sarah being so emotionally charged at the moment. "What do you say to an early breakfast, after I get dressed?"

As it turned out, getting dressed had become a slight issue for Pastor Clarke. Every t-shirt and sweatshirt he tried on was uncomfortably tight over his chest, making it hard to breathe - and the way his nipples poked through the fabric was even more obscene than yesterday. The only thing that finally fit was a button-down shirt; but 'fit' could only be used in a rather loose sense. The top two buttons wouldn't close at all, with the third only struggling to hold on. The result was a mouthwatering valley of cleavage bulging out from the pastor's shirt, pressed together and lifted by the light blue fabric of the shirt - and with every breath he took, the soft swell of his boobs heaved and rose alluringly.

Of course, having this perfect pair on his chest was rather disconcerting for Pastor Clarke - or rather, it should have been. Instead, he found himself posing in front of the mirror, bending forwards slightly to show off his marvelous orbs, shaking them gently to see them bounce and wobble from side to side... Only when Nicholas' shaft began to throb and engorge did the pastor stop and think about what he was doing. Yes, it was fun and of course pleasurable to play with them, even in a non-sexual sense like just now, but... should he really be doing it?

It wasn't like he was hurting anyone, true, and no one had even seen him with them - no one except Sarah, that was. And she obviously didn't mind, so... why should Nicholas? This was going to be temporary after all, and sooner or later, he would have neither these huge breasts nor these marvelously sensitive nipples. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. So why not enjoy it while it lasted?

Maybe the pastor would let Sarah play with his tits again. After all, she'd managed to make him cu-- empty his boobs faster than he'd ever managed.

Breakfast found both Pastor Clarke and his housekeeper in much higher spirits than yesterday evening. And even though Sarah's eyes kept straying to his cleavage, the pastor was much less embarassed than even yesterday. Knowing that Sarah liked them and wasn't staring because she thought Pastor Clarke's boobs were weird or freaky obviously helped; the positive attention still made him blush something fierce, even the swell of his breasts turning slightly pink, but all things considered, he felt like he could get used to this.

"What's on the agenda today?" Feeling chipper, Pastor Clarke took a bite from his buttered toast and smiled at Sarah as he chewed.

"Oh, besides the, uh, m-milking?" The pastor winced slightly. As nice as it felt, the mess he always made was his least favorite part of his condition. "Sorry. I need to wash some clothes, mainly yours, 'cause, uhm... Anyways, I also have to get some shopping done. Speaking of which..."

Pastor Clarke raised an eyebrow - usually, he didn't really get involved in the shopping side of things, unless it was clothes.

"Do you think that maybe, we should get, uh..." Sarah was now turning pink herself, the color deepening as she looked at the prodigious swells of the pastor's tits and back at his face. After an encouraring nod, she continued. "Well, it's... they're really large now, and you... I think you could... use some support?"

"What are you... Sarah, what are you getting at?" Raising one eyebrow, Pastor Clarke put down his toast.

"I'm just... don't you think..." Face now crimson, Sarah stared down onto her plate. Then, she took a deep breath and blurted out: "Weshouldbuyyousomebras!"

"I... wha...?" Once Nicholas had deciphered what Sarah had said, his jaw dropped open. "You want me to wear bras?"