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TG TF Caption ~ Hanging Out on Streets
🕑 Added 2025-03-10 20:23:35 +0000 UTCSomewhere in the west side of the town, a particular culture was leaving a really sour taste in people’s mouths. They tend to call it a street or urban culture, but normal people call it “the junk culture” or even more simply - degenerates. Said “culture” does not tend to have any high purpose, all things considered. If you ever wondered if there’s some sort of movement that consists of 30 year old teens who never grew past the “i scroll 24/7 on the r/ChurchOfLujina”, the junk culture probably would be the go-to answer.
Everyone in their life has heard or maybe even interacted with some degenerates on the internet. Characters from our case are similar, but they’re actually committed to their waifus in real life, making sure to properly fill the checklist of what you should not do. We are not talking about something as obvious as excessive drinking, smoking, or even drugs, - their shenanigans can easily include shameless public indecency or straightforward degrading, living up to their most popular title. Some people suspect that they are not even self-aware with how overboard some of their shenanigans might be. Nowadays, the most popular or, perhaps, brainrot way of calling them would be gooners though.
One thing in particular stood out in the crowd like a white crow, and it was the fact that the female participants usually get at least some pass while all the others tend to receive all kinds of punishment when they get caught(not that it stops them either way). Whether it happens for the sake of sexual gratification or something else is not clear, though the former is probably much more plausible when we take into mind the over-the-top provocative way that female participants tend to look. If you called them bimbos, they probably wouldn’t see this as an insult - more like the fact. On the other hand, worship of everyone who doesn’t have a joystick between their legs is expected from people who donate 100$ monthly to their favourite VTubers just so that the latter would tell them “oh! Feetlicker145, thank you for a donation, sweetie!~”. Even people who dedicate themselves to the culture don’t seem to care that much - after all, they only care about either grossing out as much people as possible or having the most rough fuck of their time.
Kyle was not into the junk culture as much as his environment. Of course, he has heard of them before and had a few friends who were somewhat interested in it, but nowhere near the same level as people who deliberately live in it like in some sort of dirty mud, diving into it so hard that their forehead was barely sticking out of the puddle. Yet he was still constantly met with his friends rumbling for him to try out going out with these full-on weirdos for the sake of, what they call, “lulz”.
“Nah, I’m good,” Kyle rejected in irritation, crossing his arms tightly as he stared at one of his friends at the door.
“Aw, man! C’mon! This shit is gonna rock today! I swear, they’re cooking something insa-a-ane today..” Akel, one of the guys who constantly tried to get him into their parties, lowered his voice to a whisper, as if he held some sort of governmental secret behind his lips.
See? This is what annoyed Kyle the most. “Of course, you don’t have to go, but please, go with us!” Little did they know that this kind of mentality only made him want to go “hang out” even less. He didn’t consider Akel that much of a friend - he was simply one of the less intimidating members that he knew. Squeezing the fabric of his t-shirt with a twitching lip, Kyle groaned to himself.
“I don’t give a damn. I don’t need any trouble, especially from cops, shit.”
He was not lying about that, in the past he did have a few unfortunate encounters with law enforcement because of his drunk state, so if he decided to mess with the most hated group in the town… Yeah, even imagining the possible outcomes made Kyle tremble and freeze with shaky exhales coming out of his nostrils.
“Aw, man, that sucks,” Akel seemingly gave up on trying, taking a step back. “Well, mannnn, maybe ya could at least, give us your car key-”
“MORON!” Kyle knew what they were up to, so he didn’t even let the man finish. “You know I have bad blood with cops and you are still trying to pick up MY car in particular? Tell me, are you genuinely that slow or simply think I’m gonna endure all that?”
The sudden outburst actually flabbergasted Akel who stood silent for a few seconds before sighing in the defeated tone again.
“Fine, whatever. I’m just lettin’ you know that it’s gonna be safe as fuck, we got girls on our backs!” he lifted his chin pridefully.
“Oh, cool, cool. Don’t care,” Kyle rolled his eyes at this pathetic attempt at trying to lure him in.
“I’m not talking about pussy, you dumbass,” Akel slapped his own face. “As long as some hot chicks are by our side, no cop will dare to even crawl a step closer!”
This fact was also known to Kyle, but he felt rather sceptical about it as he played with his rising and falling eyebrows.
‘Sure, sure, officers are definitely some simps up for silicone,’ he thought to himself, sarcastically smirking at his own remark.
“Ya’r looking awfully smug, is it you agreeing to go?” interrupted Akel who started wearing a similar self-confident grin.
“Tsk,” Kyle’s lip curled in a grimace.
And what else could the man really do? Part of him still was irritated, but on the other hand, somewhat intrigued - the antics of so-called gooners were somewhat entertaining, at least while he could play the role of being an unfortunate witness who had nothing to do with them. Not to mention that having good relations with them certainly was beneficial, no one wants to be enemies with those who can’t keep their hands to himself even for a few seconds.
The sounds of tight rubber rushing against the melting asphalt filled the air as the clouds of dark smoke dissolved in the atmosphere, leaving a thick smell of gasoline that Akel in particular found especially mesmerizing.
“Ohhh, god dammit! This shit’s good!” he took a deep breath with his nostrils.
“I just fucking snapped my keys, can you be normal for, like, 10 minutes?” Kyle looked at him with genuine annoyance in his tone and gaze.
How much Kyle wanted to snap at moments like these and just slap his friend for simply being such a weirdo. You could literally do anything in front of the guy and he would still find the way to make it sexual or at the very least strange.
The spot they arrived at was already filled with Akel’s pals that were laying waste god-knows which bottle of cheapest beer in the town, especially in the tiny corner that they resided right now. It was a really eccentric kind of view - surrounded by grey apartments, distinct only by graffiti of naked women everywhere. The art did not look quite as bad, actually, but with all the knowledge about degenerates, you would know that these weren’t drawn by them - they simply stuck close to what tickles their fancy like bees obsessed with licking their queen’s honey-dripping stinger.
Either way, Kyle tried to keep himself away from the crowd, even though he ironically was ending up sticking out like a sore thumb who didn’t belong to their company, so his presence was like a magnet, pulling the attention to itself.
“Hehe, Akel, is your friend already, you know, high?” one of the drunk women grinned, biting her absurdly long fingernails.
“Ehhhh,” Akel was not satisfied with how passive Kyle was, so he called out to him. “Yooo, dude. At least say ‘h’lo’ to my pals!”
Groan. This idiot was always messing things up, especially when Kyle was simply trying to enjoy himself instead of getting too comfortable with drunkards that seek for any opportunity to start orgy in the middle of the street. But keeping the images in the company of sex-obsessed freaks was still important, so all Kyle had to do was to come just a tiny bit closer and greet some of the better-looking ones. Not that the choice was that diverse though… Most of them looked stereotypical enough for you to consider a possibility that this was all some sort of absurd satire - fat neckbeards, girls who poured all their money into becoming a sex dolls, a few exceptions with healthy-looking men that have a really uncomfy obsession with discussing fetishes that seem taken straight out of the devil’s diary, and, in the very centre of this boiling cauldron, Akel, who was somehow the most normal out of these. Kyle’s mind raced a bit, somehow it didn’t make a single bit of sense to him that they managed to find so many girls in the first place. It’s one thing if a man turns out to be an absolute pervert, but he would at least expect for the men to be the majority of them. Instead, there were just as many, if not more, women out there, obviously dressed as provocatively as possible.
“Ehhhh, you look like a normie,” another woman said, looking at Kyle’s look with some disapproval. “If ya want to fit in, you might need to get some spice, ‘ight?”
There we go, another wave of frustration that Kyle desperately tried to calm down. He did NOT want to fit in, but when she puts it like that… It makes him feel like they don’t really consider him a trustworthy person.
“Hmnph, I assure you, I am pretty into your stuff,” Kyle tried to give his words a little bit of friendly touch.
“Ohhh?” Akel’s eyes widened, his slow nature showing up with him not understanding that Kyle was simply pretending. “Din’t kno’ you had that in yourself, man! Come on, humour us!”
The moment it seemed that things couldn’t get any worse, he’s stricken down by his friend acting like a dumbass again. Frankly, Kyle had no intentions of actually doing anything weird or crazy - for now he was more worried about the fact that everyone was throwing their attention missiles at him.
Luckily, he did not have to worry about that for too long, as the entire group heard the loud sounds of someone approaching. First, his heart actually made a really echoing pound from the thought that these might have been cops. But as it turned out, the terrified faces of the drinking bunch were not triggered by the sudden appearance of law enforcement. No, these were another group of degenerates who said that they rightfully claimed the location before them. There was nothing surprising about the fact that the most hated group in the town was not particularly friendly inside either.
“Hey, what for the fuck’s sake are ya’ll doin’ there?” their leader looked suspiciously terrifying for someone whose hobby is probably jerking off to anime girls all day long.
“...What?” Akel asked with a dumbfounded expression, though Kyle suspected that his idiot-friend actually had to take the entire 5 seconds to react. “We were the ones who found dis place, duh. Seth, ya can go fuck yourself if that doesn’t satisfy you.”
‘Fucking hell,’ Kyle thought to himself as he stared at the way his skinny friend tried to act all mighty and high in front of a literal killing machine that could stomp him with a single glare.
“You guys play with fire, and you know the deal well too,” the man crossed his buff arms, tightly squeezing his pectorals with it. “Ain’t wanna leave the place? Leave us a doll, simple as that.”
Oh, right. Now that Kyle had noticed, the group was different from Akel’s by one single detail - there were no girls to be seen there, adding on to the earlier surprise of the guy when he noticed the amount of female members among them. It was only natural that the girls were the solution to all problems. At this point, he was not even dazed by the fact that they already started giggling behind his back. Well, at least everything is consensual in these lanes, so they were not in much of a trouble. Perhaps it would be the most fitting moment for Kyle to just crawl away somewhere in the crowd.
“Fine, Alice would be fine?” Akel asked, taking a look at the blonde girl who was already covering her wide-to-ears smile.
“And what about fresh meat?” Seth was not convinced, cocking his head to the side.
“..What d’ya mean, ‘fresh meat’? We are not handling a fuckin’ assembly line for girls,” the expression on Akel’s face became even more irritated.
“Wow, then you might leave this place until my gang leaves you all jawless.”
Once again, the atmosphere became tense and unpleasant. Kyle hoped that they would at least try to settle the things up, but everything seemed to get only worse. Well, it was also the perfect time for him to leave then. That was until…
“Kyle, c’mere!” Akel shouted loudly.
‘Oh, and what the hell does he need now, at the moment like this?!’ Kyle’s lips twitched nervously.
“We are giving you Kyle,” Akel said, slapping his friend’s back.
“Ouch, what the fuck?! Are you insane?!” Kyle’s eyes shut open, pupils turning into two tiny dots.
“Shh, just play along, alright?” his friend tried to reassure him.
Kyle nervously turned his head towards the big guy before him. He was not just big, he was straight up a tower that threatened to crush him at any given moment. The guy gulped. But before he managed to even yelp, a bright pink cloud came from the spray paint, diving into his nostrils and blocking his view for a few seconds. The clouds kept on turning the world around Kyle into a pink realm as his head became blurry and his body turned unresponsive, as if his own brains just turned themselves off and refused to connect with reality again. He could barely hear the laugh in the distance…
“Haha! Akel, you know the shit! She’s gonna be a good one!”
Once the hissing sounds of the spray dissolved in the air, something weird started happening. Few tears rolled down his cheeks from the mist rushing into his eyes, coloring them rosy. At first he tried to speak, yet his lips felt numb, almost too plump for him to actually form a proper sentence.
“Mmmhh, whff…th..”
Even though he opened his eyes just for a brief second, he still noticed how big his lips have become, also obtaining a thick pink gloss all over them. He swore these two looked like you could burst them with a single pinch of a needle. Trying to regain his breath, he was only making things worse by letting the pastel clouds assault his lungs and throat, squeezing her neck in a way that finally made him shout something.
“IYAAAAAHHHH!~”
This small scream was enough for Kyle to realize that there was no former pressure in his throat, no small lump that made his voice more tough - just walls to create a feminine echo to push through his now-plump lips. His previously brown hair started twirling painfully, extending its branches until it was fully coloured with pink and turned into a high wavy ponytail. Kyle’s weak legs took a few confused steps back, stumbling into a cold concrete that his growing butt firmly softened for him by turning his hips and thighs into two warm, squishable pillows of flesh and fat. The denim shorts he wore were now more reminiscent of a pair of panties that could rip into two at any given moment. Even though his navel already had some piercings before, now it looked much, much more tempting with how perfect and slim his waist seemed - perfect blend between feminine allure and being sexy.
“E-Ehhh?! Aww, n-no..~” Kyle could only mumble when his ridiculously long fingernails digged into his fivefold layered skin that squeezed the area of his still masculine dignity.
Kyle could feel how his cock started twitching from being crushed by two bags with gurgling fat. Yet it was still a short-living moment for him, as he couldn’t even orgasm from it - all the juices were sucked out of his penis, turning it into a weak piece of flesh that wasn’t even able to function properly. Even when some unknown force pulled it up and turned it into a beautiful pussy that finally allowed itself to be wet, the shorts were still too tight, letting the feminine juices drip and soak even through the fabric.
“Ah..Ah..I’m shhooo, hwwott~..” she mumbled in ecstasy.
But there was still one part left though, a certain finishing touch. The mist started slowly fading away, but the woman’s brains still were all foggy and dull, she could barely understand what exactly happened to her. She knew she was hot, she knew the eyes of the gang were glued to her, and she knew how much her pussy pulsed from excitement.
"Now, I think a cute little thing like you deserves a cute little name," Seth growled, his hot breath washing over Kyle's face. "How about... Kayla. Just so that your little brain wouldn’t have to adjust and think too hard, phaha..”
Before the transformation could finally come to its grand conclusion, Seth grabbed Kayla’s hips, pulling her into a tight, lingering kiss through which he invaded her plump mouth. The girl was unresponsive at first, but it was because she was yet to reach the peak of her transformation. As her body pressed tight against Seth, her chest started shaking, filling with sensitive flesh and growing into two huge masses that squeezed themselves against the man’s pectorals. It was largely unceremonious, like a sudden push that made her flat torso sprout two ripe vegetables with sweat droplets leaving stains on the fabric. No, these were most certainly not silicone. Her nipples hardened, becoming tighter and more sensitive than ever, the feeling of them being tightly pressed against Seth’s highly muscular body made the woman jump and tremble, as if thousands of tiny lightning bolts were jumping over her delicate, hairless skin. And all this while the invading kiss continued, almost making her go insane even simply from how wet she now was with her hips shaking invitingly and knees failing to press together when the man’s hand was placed right above her crotch.
“Look at you, I don’t think we’ve ever got such a hot thing before…~” Seth mumbled, whispering into the bimbo’s aroused and tired face.
“I..mmm…sho..hwot..” she muttered. “..And, like, vewy wet…”
Kayla just couldn’t help herself. As she was carried to the different side of the street, all she really could think of was how many cocks she can fit both into her up and bottom lips.
