Awkwardly.

"So, did you get much work done today?" Maybe the question was totally innocuous, but there was something in Sarah's voice, a slight tremble...

"Mh, sure." Grunting non-committally, Pastor Clarke poked at his mac and cheese, trying to ignore how heavy his breasts felt, how hard his nipples were, poking into his shirt. "Sermon's coming along alright."

"Nice. That's... nice..." The pastor could have sworn Sarah's eyes flitted to the small tents in his shirt. But... these tits, they were weird, right? So her glancing over was probably entirely involuntary.

"Mhm." Pastor Clarke was not about to tell his housekeeper that he had done nothing at all the whole day except play with his boobs. Or that the memory alone made his cock grow stiff in his pants. "How about you, everything going well today?"

"Y-yeah, of course! I had to--uhm, well, everything got done in the end." Blushing, Sarah went back to her own plate, hunching over slightly, almost as if...

"Good, good."

After this riveting table talk, none of them spoke again - even though Pastor Clarke's mind whirled with thoughts, questions, doubts. Was Sarah alright? The situation had to be almost as embarassing for her as it was for the pastor. He also wasn't quite sure how to feel about the fact that he was to blame for Sarah's lactation - or rather, his strange medical condition was. But what could they do except wait for things to go back to normal? And why was there a tiny, tiny part of Pastor Clarke that was sad to think about a time when his chest was flat again?

Neither pastor nor housekeeper said another word beyond wishing each other good night, and even after praying for guidance, Pastor Clarke felt anxious and strange as he went to bed. It wasn't just that his breasts were either getting in the way or weighing down on his chest, and his nipples stiffened and throbbed as they dragged over his sheets - even through his pajamas, it felt way too good for comfort.

No, for the first time since he'd know Sarah, he felt as if she was keeping something from him. She was definitely acting weird, and Pastor Clarke didn't think it was entirely because of the lactation thing, either his or hers. She seemed to be... unsettled by the pastor's boobs. Not that he couldn't understand that, but Sarah usually wasn't one to just try and ignore an issue - she'd take it by the root and deal with it. But now, she...

The pastor's eyes fell closed, and he slipped into an unruly sleep, his right hand cupping one of his perky breasts.

Pastor Clarke awoke slowly, as if his mind was rising through molasses. It was still dark outside, much too early for him to wake up, at least in summer time. But even as his mind tried to clean out the last cobwebs of sleep, the pastor realized what had woken him up. Groaning, he threw back the covers - and cursed for the first time in his life.

His tits were huge, or felt like it, quite a bit larger than when he had gone to sleep, his nipples thick and erect... milk flowing freely from them, pajama top, sheets and mattress soaked through in a rather large spot. Nicholas swung his legs off the bed, wincing as he felt his breasts bounce with the movement, the milk flow increasing shortly. Everything felt nice and slick, stiff nipples buzzing with pleasure, Nicholas' shaft of course tenting his pajama pants already-- No. He was not enjoying this. His boobs felt overly full and sore, they were heavy and distracting.

Looking through the twilight of his room, Nicholas bit back another curse. He'd forgot to set out a fresh bowl and towels - come to think of it, Nicholas had also forgotten to milk himself before bed. Which explained why he was now pressing his lips together tightly as he stood up and began to walk towards the bathroom, every step making his leaking breasts jiggle, forcing out periodic spurts of milk, a trail of droplets behind him as milk dripped down his body, soaking into his pants as well.

Nicholas had decided to use the bathtub to relieve himself of this creamy burden - the kitchen was at the other end of the house, the bath was right next to his room. Of course, on the other side of the bathroom was Sarah's room, so he had to be quiet. But even the silent dripping sounds of his milk hitting the floor sounded loud enough to wake not just her, but also the neighbors or even half the city. Then again, that was definitely the pastor's frazzled nerves talking.

As soon as he had reached the bathroom, Nicholas stripped out of his pajama top and threw it over the side of the hamper, unable to suppress a low moan as the soaked fabric dragged over his nipples, bending them upwards slightly and making milk gush out in thick, creamy spurts. The tent in Nicholas' pants twitched and trembled in sympathy, the stain his milk had left darkening at the tip of his shaft as pre began to drool from the swollen glans.

Breathing heavily, Nicholas knelt down on the soft runner in front of the bathtub, leaning forwards to let the cream dripping from his nipples fall into it - only to find his milk running down the swell of his underboob, fluid dynamics throwing a wrench in Nicholas' plans. Wiping the trickles flowing down his body up with both hands, Nicholas shuddered lustfully, gasping when his fingers touched the sensitive flesh of his breasts, trying to fight the sensations all the while. It was a losing battle.

Nicholas was so hard he felt like his cock was about to rip through his pajama pants as he squeezed his milk-laden breasts - the streams splattering into the bathtub were undeniably thicker than yesterday, the noisy tinkling making Nicholas' face burn... and his shaft throb mightily. A tiny, still rational part of Nicholas' mind remarked that he hadn't put on a condom, but was quickly shouted down; with his pants soaked with milk, a little cum wouldn't make much difference. Sarah would have to wa--

"Nicholas...?" The housekeeper's sleepy voice made Nicholas freeze mid-motion, fingertips barely brushing against his stiff nipples. "What'r'you doin'? Oh..."

Yawning, Sarah walked into the bathroom towards the motionless pastor, his face feeling hotter than ever before - and when Sarah knelt down on the runner right behind him, her warm body pressing against his bare back as she shuffled forwards on her knees, Nicholas felt as if he couldn't breathe. Her soft breasts squished against his shoulder blades, her toned thighs boxing him in...

"Sarah, wha--?"

"Shh, 'm helping you..." Sarah mumbled into Nicholas ear, her head resting on his shoulder. "They ache 'f you wait too long."

"I-I know, but--ahahaaanh~..." Nicholas' protests where cut short when Sarah brought her hands up to his boobs and gently ran her fingers along the top of his stiff nipples.

His own hands felt sublime already, but someone elses... Nicholas could barely think, only writhe and moan as Sarah's soft hands caressed and squeezed and tugged, somehow always somewhere he didn't expect them to be. The flow of his milk quickly intensified, thick arcs of milk spraying into the bathtub with loud splashing sounds as Nicholas' head lolled back, eyes half-closed and staring at the ceiling. His hands dropped into his lap, brushing against the painfully hard pole pressing against the outside of the bathtub, but Nicholas couldn't even think of jerking off - his entire body felt so wonderful and weak, unable to move in this **** of pleasure.

"They've go'n big, Nicholas... feel huuuge in my han's..." Squeezing playfully, Sarah giggled as she **** an undignified squeak from Nicholas. "Must be almos' Ds now..."

"Nnuuugh~..." As more and more milk spattered into the bathtub, Nicholas hand-filling breasts grew softer, less perky, and Sarah took advantage by hefting them, jiggling them, doing anything in her power to prevent Nicholas from thinking straight. "Suh-Saraaah~..."

"Jus' cum whenever you need to..." Voice still somehow sounding sleepy, Sarah pulled on Nicholas thick nipples until it almost hurt, letting them snap back to wobble on his prodigious orbs. "Lemme take care of th' rest..."

It was as if Nicholas' body had only waited for these words. Arching his back, Nicholas felt his shaft pulse once, twice, and then begin spurting cum with such intensity that the first rope squirted right through his pants, spattering upwards on the tiles around the bathtub. Nicholas' entire body jerked, his hips bucked, and there was so much cum, more than he'd ever shot in his life. Sarah was of course mostly responsible, unrelenting in her pleasurable **** on his breasts even as the last drops of milk spilled over her hands.

"Uh--nnh~... Sarah, I..." Even in the afterglow of his exhausting climax, Nicholas found himself unable to form proper sentences. Not with Sarah's hands massaging his sensitive, pliant breasts, fingers wet with milk.

"Mmmh~... I wanna have this dream eeevery night..." A wide smile audible in her voice, Sarah snuggled up against Nicholas' back even closer, hands continuing to play with his tits.

"Uh." That helped bring Nicholas out of his stupor - and explained why Sarah was doing this. "S-Sarah, you... you're not dreaming."

Now it was Sarah's turn to freeze. Even her hands didn't move at all, stopped in the middle of hefting and dropping Nicholas' hefty boobies.

"N-No, I'm definitely... I, uh..." Sarah jumped up as if Nicholas' body had suddenly heated up to about a thousand degrees. "Oh god!"

Nicholas could hear Sarah's hurried steps leave the bathroom. He tried to follow, but even standing up proved to be a challenge, and when he finally was back on his feet, milk- and cum-stained pants sticking to his legs, Nicholas could hear the door to Sarah's room slam closed.