Victim's Perspective: Traditional Induction

John couldn't believe what he was experiencing right now. It all felt so surreal, and he wasn't even sure it was real... so why the Hell not, fuck this twin-carrying jogger hottie and see what comes of it. His boner had been straining against his pants the moment she ballooned up to nine-months pregnant. Ignoring the moral, ethical, and spiritual implications, he pressed on.

"Well," The stranger offered with a grin. "We could do it the old-fashioned way."

I scoffed immediately. Is this guy kidding? "You aren't suggesting-"

"I am." He interrupted. "I take you back to my place and we induce you... you know. The old-fashioned way." His stupid grin grew ear to ear.

"Okay, uh. No." I rejected. "You're nice and all, but no. I should get going..." I turned (my massive belly) to leave and start jogging the other way.

"Hey, stop." So I did, looking back, and he continued. "You really need those kids out."

It was true. I don't think any woman in history had ever gone running at 39 weeks with twins... Honestly, thinking of it, I'm surprised I'm not at home binging Netflix until they pop.

"Yeah, well, my fiancé can do that for me. Thanks." I told him and turned to leave again.

"No he can't. Come back."

I had to pause. Uh. Yeah. He couldn't. I couldn't remember why, though... why Daniel could not induce me.

"Okay, you're right." I told him. "Daniel can't." I accidentally let his name slip. "I don't remember why, though..."

He laughed out loud. He was shaking for some reason, excitement?

"Well let's just say he's... got that small problem, doesn't he?"

Fuck. This guy was right. I needed to get these kids out today and Daniel's penis was literally the smallest one I had ever seen. I didn't really care, I thought it was cute, and I mean, it worked... it just wasn't big enough to induce labor.

"And that's why you really want me to take you to my place and induce you right now. You need it and actually," He drew in to whisper. "You're very thankful for my massive cock."

I shuddered and smiled abashedly. "I'm sorry. You're right. Ah... hah. Well uh..." I tried to avoid staring at this stranger's cock through his pants. "Okay, let's just go."

And so we went. He lived nearby but up three flights of stairs... even my powerful thighs were straining.

His place looked better than I expected for such a... nice but suddenly sleazy guy. It was sort of awkward to just be standing in his apartment while he grinned at me, so I thought it would be a good time to take my hourly pee break.

"Sure, I'll be waiting in the bedroom for you." He pointed to his bedroom door and I went to use his bathroom.

I was nervous. It occurred to me only now that I was actually cheating... Daniel wouldn't understand. I would have to keep it secret. Especially since it's pretty much because he has the smallest penis in the city. Or state. I sighed, wiping myself and performing the herculean task of getting my pants back up after 39 weeks of twin growth.

But then I thought that this stranger -- oh my God, I didn't even get his name -- would like it if I just showed up naked, so I slowly stripped down ("you alright in there?" he called from the bathroom) and opened the door to a similar sight: a man not waiting in his bedroom, but one standing naked in his living room, brandishing the biggest erection in the city. Or state.