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The Freebies are free flash-fiction stories written for people on the fly during a livestream. People send me a story idea based on the theme using their characters. I choose someone at random and write up their story idea.

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_This stream's theme: Indecent Exposure! Whether you're getting a hand job under the table at the fancy restaurant or having full-contact sex in a strip club, the thrill of doing it in public can be a satisfying thrill. If you're trying to keep it a secret, though, figure out a way to stifle those moans! (Theme by Zylen Andel.) _

This story was written for Psi Nei and features his character. Miles~Ottah~Rose is the property of his player.

Miles smiled at Psi as they walked together towards the movie theater. The blue otter looked handsome in his black polo shirt and khaki pants. His headfur was slightly spiked and his white chin ruff smoothed out into little curls.

He slipped his arm around Psi's hips, pulling the ferret in close. Psi was also dressed nice, in a button-up dark blue shirt and black slacks. The ferret's ears twitched as he leaned into Miles, grinning as the otter's wandering paw gave his rump a quick squeeze.

"You still want to see Dinosaur Death Squad 2, right?" Psi asked, straightening up as they approached the ticket counter.

"Sounds good!"

Tickets bought, Psi offered to get their popcorn and drinks. The tan ferret's grin turned mischievous as he leaned over the drinks. He popped the top off of Miles's cup and surreptitiously slipped a plain white pill. It dissolved in the fizzing carbonated beverage rapidly. Psi stirred it a few times before putting the cap back on and heading back towards the otter.

They walked into the crowded theater. The previews had already started and the only seats were high up in the back, the last row.

They grinned at each other as they sat down. Miles liked cheesy action flicks, as did Psi; Psi's real pleasure, however, was knowing the special little additive he'd spiked Miles's drink with would be kicking in any minute.

The thirsty otter drank his soda quickly, as he always did, getting it down to half empty by the time the previews finished. Psi bounced in his seat excitedly, slacks tenting a bit with his excitement. Miles, for his part, simply assumed the ferret was looking forward to the movie.

Dinosaur Death Squad 2 started off even better than the first. Miles and Psi whooped with the rest of the crowd as the bullets, rockets, and pterodactyl eggs flew. Psi, however, kept an eye on Miles and giggled when he noticed the blue otter adjusting his crotch every few minutes.

The sneaky ferret reached over and pressed his paw into Miles's lap. The otter's junk was already growing, just as Psi planned. Normally a healthy size, Miles was going to get much, much bigger. Nothing uncontrollable, but enough to embarrass him when they were walking out. Miles looked over at Psi quizzically, and then down at his lap, where the length of his arousal bulged outwards against his khaki pants, an obvious log of maleness. The fabric stretched tight across the sensitive flesh, which, Psi realized when he squeezed it, wasn't even slightly hard yet.

"What did you do?" Miles hissed, frowning at Psi.

"What do you think?" Psi said, giggling again. He scooted closer to the otter and rubbed his paw down the length, which was gradually creeping towards Miles's knee. "Just don't make too much of a mess..."

"You little... mmmffff!"

Miles bit his lower lip to stifle a moan as his cock jerked inside his pants. Psi jerked his paw away, staring in shock as the length rapidly thickened, growing bigger than the ferret planned.

"You used Compound 398, didn't you?" Miles asked.

Psi nodded, still staring.

"You can't mix 398 with caffeine!" Miles hissed. "Or else... oooooh, boy..."

Somebody in front of them turned to hush them and Miles hurriedly leaned forward, trying to hide the rapidly growing length of cock in his pants. It bulged upwards, coiling in half so like a snake slithering as it tried to find more room to grow.

Psi reached over and tugged at Miles's belt, then undid his pants. His cock pushed out, the center bulging outwards against his underwear, heavy with veins and fatter than his bicep. The otter closed his eyes, fingers gripping the armrests.

"What're we gonna do?" Miles asked. "Can we leave now?"

Psi looked around, tail gradually picking up speed into a full-blown wag. The ferret's devilish smile returned.

"No need... I know what to do."

Miles grunted as the ferret fished his cock out, withdrawing inch after inch of meaty otter-cock from the khakis. It throbbed warmly in Psi's paws, still soft and spongy. Psi moaned under his breath as the light of the movie screen flashed over them, illuminating the pale pink length, already well over a foot and a half long.

Psi stood up and leaned back into Miles, unhooking his own belt and pants as he did. He pulled them down in the back, leaving them up in the front so it merely looked as though he were sitting on Miles's lap.

The otter shook his head and stifled another groan as the ferret's warm backside squeezed his growing cock into his chest.

"You can't be serious..."

"How else are we gonna hide it?" Psi whispered back.

The otter clenched the armrest even more tightly as the ferret's rump slid against his tip. Still soft and spongy, it took a little work for Psi to get it in - he had to squeeze it, push it, and grind against it until the soft tip squeezed inside. The ferret groaned audibly before Miles grabbed his muzzle and squeezed it closed.

"Ooohmmmfff!"

Someone else hushed them as Miles pulled the ferret back into his lap. His cock squished down between them, just the head inside the ferret. Already, though, the warmth and tightness was getting Miles hotter and his cock thickened up considerably, bulging outwards as Compound 398 accelerated his arousal. Psi's muzzle hung open, his breathing shallow and quick, as Miles's grew thicker yet, stretching his rump out with a still-flaccid length of maleness that was far bigger than anything he'd ever taken hard.

But it wasn't going to stay flaccid for long. Coiled up on itself in Miles's lap under Psi's rump, the shaft gradually extended, growing hard, and it had only one place to grow into...

Psi's labored breathing turned into a series of pleasured gasps as the blue otter's length pushed deeper. Neither otter nor ferret dared move as they squeezed together, hoping not to draw attention to themselves. Psi squeaked as he felt his guts rearranging around the intruding maleness, already over two feet and growing fast. His belly pushed out against his shirt, making the buttons stretch. Pale white fur pushed between the flaps of his shirt front as the shaft grew into him, deeper by the moment, getting harder and longer exponentially.

Miles clamped his muzzle shut, nostrils flaring as he struggled not to make any noise. The movie was loud and garish and full of unnecessary explosions, but he knew the kind of volume he and Psi were capable of.

As his cock continued to harden, lengthening and straightening out straight into the flexible ferret's bottom, the armrests snapped. He shook his paws, trying to extract his claws from the plastic, before gripping Psi's hips. He tugged the ferret down - his cock was so fat, so thick, and so strong it was lifting the skinny male straight up into the air. Psi grunted as his rump cheeks flattened back against the waiting coils of the otter's oversized, rapidly growing cock, which only spurred the male on to even faster growth.

A wave of pleasure traveled from the root of Mile's sheath, from his rapidly expanding balls, straight to the tip, somewhere deep inside the ferret. Psi gasped as his belly expanded noticeably, stretching out the front of his shirt further. The otter shuddered, remembering that Compound 398, in addition to growth, amplified the production of sperm...

Miles winced as his balls pushed out from under Psi and landed with a thud on the floor, hanging over the edge of his theater seat. They pressed up against the seat in front of him, forcing his legs to spread. He'd nearly forgotten how large they were growing, so engrossed was he in how deep he was getting in Psi's bottom. His balls, several feet wide already, showed no signs of slowing as the ferret's belly thickened up, filling with virile otter seed.

The ferret twitched, gurgling, cock throbbing against the front of his slacks, as the otter unintentionally forced more and more seed into him. Both ferret and otter were having doubts about Psi's plan at this point - there was no way they could contain the mess.

The movie was three-quarters over by now, Miles knew. As soon as the house lights came on, they'd be discovered. There was nothing to do about it, though - Compound 398 lasted an entire day. On caffeine? Who knew?

Psi made another squeak as almost a foot of Miles's cock straightened at once, grinding into his immensely stretched rump. It was the last few inches and the ferret sunk down until his hips met the otter's. His belly bulged outwards and a button popped off, flying down to the first row of the theater and striking someone in the back of the head.

Psi wriggled, gasping, as the cock surging inside him thickened, lengthened, grew far larger than he'd thought possible. Miles clutched at him, trying not to moan, as the wriggling ferret's body stretched around his length. He could feel the buckets of cum pooling his massive nuts, which threatened to overlap the seat in front of him by now. They were filling up the entire aisle and then some; fortunately, Psi picked seats with no neighbors directly next to them.

Miles felt Psi twitch around his cock, but there was nothing he could do for the flexible ferret now. He felt the formerly skinny male wriggle as his cock continued to grow, filling up all of the ferret's insides. His paws couldn't reach anywhere close to Psi's bellybutton; the ferret's fat stomach popped off one button after another as he swelled like a balloon. His cream-colored belly hung over his lap, squeezing down on his own erection.

The movie was winding down. The dinosaur squad had saved the princess from the robot unicorns and the fireworks were going off. Miles buried his muzzle in Psi's backside as his cock throbbed, twitching. The pleasure grew more intense as the ferret struggled and wriggled around his length, legs kicking, nothing but gurgles coming from his muzzle. Just before the credits, Miles realized he couldn't hold out.

Holding tight onto Psi's hips, the otter thrust upwards with all his might as his orgasm hit. To his - and Psi's - surprise, his mighty cock flexed, straightened... and erupted from the ferret's muzzle. Completely impaled on a shaft two feet taller and as thick around as he was, Psi was lifted up into the air as the otter's hugeness sprayed thick otter spunk across the audience below them, raining down like a thunderstorm. Violent eruptions of potent white cum drenched the entire theater as the ferret's body stretched further, more like a sleeve than a ferret by now.

Miles grabbed Psi's ankles and hauled him down, closer to his base, which was now over three feet thick. His cock hung over the first four seats in front of him as people in the audience began to shout and scream. The shouting and screaming stopped in moments, however, and turned rapidly into moans of pleasure.

Miles didn't notice, but Psi heard the rips of clothing, the tearing of pants, the thuds of massive cocks slapping down over other massive cocks. As the stretched-out ferret felt the waves of sticky, potent seed erupting from the shaft spearing him from ass to mouth, he felt the same happening to himself.

As the pleasure consumed him, Psi wasn't sure exactly what the consequences would be in the morning, but one thing he was sure of: Dinosaur Death Squad 2 was a wholly better film than the original.