Physically? Yes. Mentally? Well...

"Ah... buh... I..." Stammering, Nicholas tried to cover his softening shaft and his dripping breasts at the same time, wishing the earth would just open up and swallow him. "Muh-my..."

"Relax, Nicholas. I know it's embarassing, but it's just a medical condition." Sarah smiled, now only sympathy in her expression. Had Nicholas been mistaken? "I've seen worse when I trained to be a nurse; I can help you. At least it's enjoyable, right?"

"Bu-but I..." Nicholas crossed his legs to hide his shame, arms hiding his small breasts as he stared off to the side, face feeling like it was on fire. And the worst was that he couldn't even deny it - being milked felt amazing. "Th-this is..."

"Yes, you had an orgasm right in front of me. Don't worry, it's fine - and I'll remember to knock from now on. Now, why don't you get yourself cleaned up in the shower and I take care of the rest?"

In the shower, Nicholas managed to finally calm down a little. Not completely, of course; the swells on his chest made that impossible. But he managed to think about them rationally: They weren't big, but they were definitely breasts. That couldn't be normal, but then again, neither was the fact that he lactated in the first place. Surely, they would go away once this ordeal, this condition was over and done with? He had to call Doctor Martens, make sure everything was alright with him. What if there was something more serious going on?

"Nicholas, are you done?" Pastor Clarke's body jerked in surprise as his head whipped up towards the bathroom door - and his hands jerked away from his tiny tits. The water had felt so nice, and the pastor had begun groping himself without even realizing as he had been thinking. "I set up breakfast!"

"Yeah, uh, th-thanks!" Once again, Pastor Clark's face felt hot. What was happening to him?! "I'll... I'll be right there!"

Of course, even the little fondling session had made the pastor's shaft stiffen a little, and as he toweled himself off, Pastor Clarke quickly reached full mast again, much to his dismay. Despite his rather recent climax, these darned mounds on his chest were so incredibly sensitive... that he almost lost himself in the sensations again. Pastor Clarke shook his head in annoyance before getting dressed in the clothes he'd brought with him, new breasts only just visible under the dress shirt.

Breakfast was thankfully devoid of any milk this time - pancakes and syrup contained milk, but the pastor felt he could deal with that. As he sat down, Sarah's eyes seemed to flit down to his minuscule bust, but Pastor Clarke wasn't quite sure if it wasn't just his imagination. And besides, it was strange, so of course his housekeeper would steal a glance..."Are you holding up okay?" Sarah's concerned question cut into Pastor Clarke's thoughts as she grabbed his hand and squeezed reassuringly. "I'm not just your housekeeper, I'm your friend. You can talk to me. About anything."

"I... thank you. It's just... it's scary. I feel like I'm losing control of my body, Sarah..."

"I understand..." Pastor Clarke felt his hand squeezed again. "It must be strange. But this feeling, it's quite normal, says Doctor Marten. I called him again after this morning, to give him an update and ask if we should come in to have you checked out."

"And?" Hope rose in the pastor, and thankfulness for his friend.

"He was quite curt - it seems he has an influx of cases right now. But he said some swelling is to be expected, but it should be quite limited if you regularly, well, take care of... you know."

"Oh." Just like that, the pastor's hopes were dashed again. "So that means..."

"Yes, I couldn't get an appointment again." Sarah's shoulders slumped, she herself feeling dismayed that she couldn't help her friend. "But if you need anything, and I mean anything else... I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Sarah. That really means a lot to m--" One wrong move, and Pastor Clarke felt his sensitive, swollen nipples brush against his dress shirt. His body twitched as a jolt of pleasure raced through him, mouth clamping shut to keep the building moan inside.

"Are you alright?" At the pastor's shaky nod, Sarah smiles and begins cutting her pancakes. "Well, let's try and take this one step at a time. We'll get through this, you and me."

The rest of their breakfast went by in relative silence, and afterwards, Pastor Clarke returned to his study and began to work once more, trying to ignore the pleasant tingles in his chest. But today, it wasn't going well, even with his breasts practically empty, no soreness or tightness to speak of - the pastor kept thinking back to the morning, the intense pleasure that had made him cum without even touching his member. That was the worst about this insane situation. That Pastor Clarke enjoyed the sensations so much, the feeling of tugging his nipples to squirt milk until his cock squirted cum... the pastor's face burned as he kept re-reading a passage in one of his theological research books.

His shaft had been half-hard ever since his shower, his nipples stiff and throbbing - and Pastor Clarke could practically feel his barely-there breasts fill with milk, swelling inside his dress shirt. But he would not give in! He had a sermon to complete, verses to look up and research! This so-called medical condition would not get the best of him! Throwing himself into his work with renewed vigor, the pastor began to make good headway again.

Not for very long, of course. Pastor Clarke managed to write out two more paragraphs until about noon, hands growing ever more shaky as he felt the twin mounds on his chest bulge and rub against his dress shirt, harder with every passing hour. Rock-hard nipples tented his shirt, his breasts firmed up as the milk made them perky and round, and the pastor leaned forwards to rest his forehead on his arms, pinning them to the desk. He was afraid what they would do if he left them unchecked.

Yes, Doctor Marten's had apparently said that Pastor Clarke had to milk himself regularly, but the pastor was scared what it would do to him to experience this pleasure again. It just felt so good, even just feeling the buzzing, throbbing nubs on his chest drag over the fabric as he shook his upper body from side to side--

"Nnghnoo..." Biting his lip, Nicholas **** himself to stop, milk dribbling from his nipples and into the dress shirt, the white fabric becoming see-through as wet blotches began to spread. "I... dooon't..."

"Nicholas? Are you alright? I was cleaning the windows when I heard..." Sarah knocked and, true to her word, did not come barging in this time. "Do you need help? Can I come in?"

And see Nicholas again in this sorry state, at the mercy of his changing body? He'd rather not. No. He'd be fine on his own. When Nicholas told Sarah as much with a shaky voice, the housekeeper sounded rather unconvinced as she replied:

"If you say so... I'll put the bowl down at the door, though. Remember, you need to empty yourself regularly, the doctor said."

Nicholas heard the door behind him open, the bowl clinked down on the floor, and Sarah lingered for a second, taking a breath as if she wanted to say something else, but then the door closed again. As heaving breaths pressed Nicholas' swollen boobs into his dress shirt, he couldn't help but feel bad, making Sarah worry like that. He had to milk himself, he knew. The longer he waited, the more his breasts would ache, the better it would feel once he finally-- Nicholas shook his head, trying to get rid of that traitorous thought. He was not looking forward to relieve himself of this soreness. Or rather, he was, but definitely not because it felt ama--

"Mmnrgh!" Groaning in frustration, Nicholas pushed himself up again, breasts pushing into his shirt. They felt so big, so full, their swell on full display through the soaked fabric, stiff pink nipples clearly visible and oozing milk. "No... ****..."

What would happen if he just didn't milk himself? Nicholas wasn't too eager to find out; besides, he would leak continuously, and feel sore and achy, and his hands were already on his breasts again, lightly squeezing on the tiny, overly full mounds. Milk squirted from the firm flesh, soaking into the fabric of his shirt. Gasping, Nicholas pulled his hands away and staggered to his feet. The bowl. He needed the bowl.

The soaked dress shirt lay discarded on the floor next to Nicholas as he knelt over the bowl, wincing and mewling as he massaged his sore boobs. Squirt after squirt of milk splashed into the bowl, and drop after drop of pre plipped onto the hardwood floor. When Nicholas had opened the fly of his pants to let his drooling cock spring out, he could not tell - but he had been so hard, his pants so uncomfortably tight... **** there, either."Mmmgh..." It felt so good, pure bliss radiating out from his chest as the pressure inside the modest tits diminished.

Gripping the firm, swollen mounds with both hands, stiff nipples poking out from between his fingers, Nicholas squeezed and pulled simultaneously, white cream arching into the bowl noisily. These tits were so small, how could they fit so much milk?! Not that Nicholas really cared, not with his nipples so tremendously slick, fingers gliding over the sensitive, erect nubs so easily as they tugged and pulled and pinched, hot cream soaking into the skin of Nicholas' hands.

Nicholas found himself almost panting, his cock lurching with every gentle stroke. Why did these things have to be so unbearably sensitive? And soft, now that the milking was almost done... so nice to play with, flick the nipples to send droplets of milk flying... barely palm-filling, but the nipples where so stiff, digging into Nicholas' hands as he squeezed them gently, making himself moan... no more cream inside, but nice and slick from the milking, making it so very easy to massage and tease them...

"Nh--ah!" With a strangled gasp, Nicholas felt his shaft explode in lust, sending rope after rope of cum through the air, part of which splashed into the bowl, the rest spattering onto the hardwood in a lewd, sticky trail. "Mngh..."

Even as his cock softened and dribbled a few more specks of cum, Nicholas kept palming his small boobs, tugging on the nipples even though only few beads of milk formed at their tips. But... if he was especially thorough, wouldn't it take longer until Nicholas had to milk himself again? Humming to himself, Nicholas cupped his little tits and rubbed the milk-slick flesh gently, luxuriating in the pleasure risi--

"How is it going in there? I thought I'd check on you after getting groceries." Sarah was right behind the door, mere inches away from where Nicholas knelt.

Lustful stupor instantly broken, Nicholas felt his face heat up rapidly. How could he have been so caught up...

"Nicholas? Is everything alright? Nicholas!" A frantic knock was all the warning before the door flew open, and once again, Nicholas found himself face to face with his housekeeper with both hands on his tits and a mess of milk and cum in front of him.