RICH BITCH (OJOU TG) (Patreon)

"What kind of teeth did that bitch have?"

Keith grumbled at his sweat soaked appearance, trying not to fuss too much with the fading line of red flesh across his middle knuckle. It was hardly the first time he got banged up, though he tried to avoid mugging beyond what was necessary. It was half her fault for going into a slummy district flaunting so much wealth, her existence like one big condescension, that annoying laugh of her as blaring as any police siren, her contempt for the entire area obvious with every step. Most of the dumb rich brats crumpled the second you applied any force, a quick punch shutting up most people unused to hard times. Especially the sheltered types who still thought they could talk themselves over everyone like they were a servant, this one raising a hand up as she looked down on him, giving that annoying little giggle when she asked, "Ohoho what does the peasant want with- HKK!"

He went a bit early, misjudging the distance as his fist did a glancing blow, his knuckles scraping against her teeth, knocking her head back in a daze. It hardly registered, a thin trickle of blood rolling down a finger, another punch to her gut crumpling her as he grabbed her purse, pulling out a designer wallet and tossing the rest of the useless crap inside as he quickly left the alley way. It had been an easy grab, but something had been off, the girl not screaming but smugly laughing that annoying titter as he left her, like she knew something he didn't.

"See you soon sis!"

He just wrote it off as a concussion or shock, just happy to with his grab as he ran fifteen blocks, eyes darting around for cops till he made it back to his shitty apartment. There wasn't much luxury there, the cheapest wreck in town still more than he'd like in all its wall peeling glory. At first he had been fine counting through the money, figuring out where he'd spend it, but as the day went on the slight cut turned sore, then throbbed as the pain grew.

He had to keep telling himself he had dealt with worse. He had worked through fevers and broken bones before, no insurance, no cushion that would let him take any kind of break that wouldn't ruin him. And it was just a small scratch, barely enough to break the skin. Rich girl like that shouldn't have anything too nasty in her, but fuck his hand was starting to hurt and it was spreading. By four the whole arm was throbbing, his shoulder grinding any time he moved it, his body thoroughly damp with sweat. He tried napping, hoping it'd resolve itself with time, but there was no comfortable position for him, his body's increasing temperature making the stuffy apartment feel like hell. By five he made a compromise with himself, blasting the ac he almost never used, grunting every few seconds as the pain worsened.

Fuck maybe she had the flu or something, but it wouldn't get this bad so fast would it? He was burning, the AC doing nothing to his feverish body except make the copious sweat sting against his body, that clammy thick feeling to it as his attempts to tough it out wavered after hours of unfound optimism. Surely it couldn't get worse was a question he was finding out the answer to consistently, restating it over in his head, bearing through it, his eyes landing on the red and gold wallet on his table. The sight of it soothed him strangely, the pain receding for just a second at the sight of it, the lush money holder triggering a rare thought in his head. Surely he could use some of it for more than bills. There was a delightful rush that accompanied the thought of spending, the pain forgotten for a moment as he sighed, thoughts of doctors and balms and medication running through his head till he remembered the price tag that'd accompany it, the pain returning with his pragmatism as he shook his head. He held out another hour before compromising. No doctors, but he'd at least go to a local Pharmacy, picking the wallet up in his good hand as he trudged outside.

It was starting to get dark out, the clouds different shades of red and purple, the pain lessening as he moved towards the bright lights a few blocks away. He thought to go back, but every time he tried to turn the pain worsened, his entire body one massive bruise until the lights of commerce soothed it. He kept his head low, unsure if the bitch he had robbed had seen enough of his face to make a report. As he hit a main thoroughfare he turned, glancing around nervously, a gap in the buildings giving him a peek of the sky, a round blob of moon peeking over the gap. The sight mesmerized him, the throbbing hastening, but it wasn't pain, but something else, something luxurious rolling through every muscle, his body drawn tight in a rictus as he breathed out slowly, the feeling gone besides a lightness in his head.

It tickled at his brain stem, the corners of his lips twitching, a throaty "heh." coughing out like a lame self joke, the sound not quite right, then again his whole body didn't feel quite right, the throbbing replaced with a more difficult to pin down anxiety. He tried to clear his head, thankful he didn't have to buy-

"HKK!"

A spasm tore through his body, his knees quaking, the spooled up muscles in his core tightening in a way that felt almost pleasant, if you could call anything mixed with the urge to vomit that. He hardly noticed the slight bagging of his shirt as he groaned, a half inch squeezing down and vanishing somewhere in the expanse of his body, hardly anything massive as the tension relieved itself. He glanced at the doors of the chain store pharmacy, fluorescent lights illuminating tons of cheap pain relievers and health supplies. Something was clearly wrong with him, so what was the harm in buying something? He had checked the wallet earlier, which had a few hundreds and some crinkled up twenties and tens. Peasant change really... He shook his head at the thought, confused by it, yet feeling pulled into the store by an invisible force.

He grabbed a cheap pain reliever, his eyes unable to look at the more expensive ones a bit further down, the want tugging him forwards. Something must be wrong with him, the generics just as good as the expensive stuff, yet he wanted the pricier ones, the urge difficult to ignore. He just didn't feel right, which probably meant he should buy something else for his head, another one of those odd thoughts that tickled his brain, a thick sounding chortle following, Keith unaware of his pinky's twitching towards his lips. He bought a sleeping aid, having to force his eyes down, the urge to add to his haul prickled with every price tag and product, even if it was a drab brand and nothing designer.

Another spasm, another half inch melted, Keith gasping in the aisle as he dragged his feet to the checkout, wondering what the hell was going on. The person in front of him paid in a twenty for some gum and a pack of cigarettes, the cashier opening up the register, that kchunk making Keith twitch, his cock following as they pulled out some change. He never quite noticed how lovely the sound of change spilling over itself, imagining how lovely it would be to swim in a pool of silver dollars, the expense rubbing every contour, sliding into every crevice like he was a human vending mach-

"Hehe."

It had happened again, the urge to laugh, his chapped lips feeling a bit softer when he smugly looked at the pitiful crumbs the man in front of him had received. While he waited his turn he rolled the clasp of the stolen wallet between his fingers, moaning as an erotic pressure radiated over his cock, almost like he was stroking it instead of the clasp. When it was his turn, he unclasped the top, shoving two fingers from his scratched hand in to grab a crumpled bi-

"Ohh~?!"

His fingers stuck in the wallet, his eyes near crossed with ecstasy, his balls tender as he could feel a phantom thickness digging into his groin with agonizingly erotic precision.

It was like something had pierced his balls to spread his innards apart, the violent sounding description not properly expressing just how fucking amazing it felt, the wallet stuck fingers twitching as-

"H-ahhh~!"

His tip was wet, the twitch making the odd thrusting scratch at the roof of something that reacted well to being teased like that. Slowly he moved his fingers in the wallet, trying not to moan loudly, the weak release of precum still not visible on his jeans though he felt it on his boxers, everything feeling all the more sensitive as he gripped a twenty, pinching a muscle inside that made his cock jerk, Keith stumbling as he pulled out the bill.

His body was dotted with sweat, his balls puckered tightly, a slight gap teasing at the sac in a manner that left him stuck between needy and discomfort. It was slight, but it was another thing gnawing at Keith's mind, his lips struggling to stay his usual stern expression as he handed it to the cashier.

"Sir? Your total is $21.47."

He let that sink in, the folded twenty in his hand. He couldn't put his fingers back in that wallet. It wasn't right. Well it didn't feel wrong either. No this was why he didn't like to buy excess shit. This was why he never liked those small pathetic bills. He might as well fish out another just to purge his wallet of the-

Keith had to bite his lips to stop from moaning, the slight gap in his balls spreading once more, two fingers fishing in, digging as the shape of his scrotum wobbled and throbbed around the feeling, cum glistening on his shaft as he was able to pass it off as a weird sigh, his voice breathier than he remembered as he pulled out a five. The gap was a bit wider now, the need stronger, a small dot of skin now glued to the gap, making his balls feel awkward, rubbing against the sack as he was rung up.

"K-ho-heep the change!"

He barely blurted it out as he didn't even take a bag, the moon higher as he exited the store, groaning as each step teased the spot.

The unwanted pleasure distracted him, accidentally going left instead of right, stumbling further up the street as the bright lights of storefronts beckoned like sirens to him. The bathing glow of moonlight now firmly above the blockade of buildings made the desires stronger. So many busy stores, so many lovelies to purchase, to flaunt his wealth over the lowly-

"G-GH!"

He was having to choke back the giggles now, lips disturbingly soft as he pursed them together, the thought of purses making his fingers twitch, caressing the wallet, imagining how many toys he could buy with Daddy's allowance for the month. The way the thoughts built in his mind, slowing down his normal thoughts and turning him on was disturbingly effective. He gripped his temples, trying to force the bad thoughts back, sighing as he could feel them push back, his scalp itchy as his oily black locks spilled over his eyes.

"The money! It h-aaahs to be her money!"

There was nothing else he could really do, Keith hoping he'd only have to feel this one more time as he opened up the leather case, biting down hard enough to feel his jaw crunch as he dug his right hand inside to pull out the remaining cash. His hips gave an involuntary buck, tears streaming from eyes flecking red, his Adam's Apple bulging as he forced down the desperate screams, each muffled one rolling in his throat as the sore, clenched muscles shrank. Only an hour ago he was in agony, and now he almost missed it, at least able to know it was bad compared to the fucking bliss of his fingers in the wallet, his cock leaking as he fiddled around, feeling the velvety walls of the wallet stroke his fingers back, shrinking them, the feeling so good that in a daze he stuck the rest of his right hand in, clenching around the bills in a fist as his right testicle was plowed by the force, cumming as a dainty hand pulled out, his ball imploding with a slick gush as Keith giggled in a mid tone titter, dropping the wallet with a groan.

The lights seemed ever brighter to him, the clash clad fingers covered in a glove that barely went half down his palms, still twitching as his palm was slowly feminizing under the corrupting influence of the cash, his cock burning wonderfully over the muscular tear that used to be his right ball.

"My it does feel nice to have it all bundled in one fist like- FUCK!"

His lips curled into a disproving snarl at the brusque language, but Keith could not be bothered to care what the invading force in his own head thought, looking around for a place to drop the money. He could drop it to the ground sure, but didn't he have to spend it? He gurgled at the thought, feeling the tear twitch, his cock unable to soften now, a constant cycle of pleasure making his entire body feel warm as a delighted shiver ran through, every bit of hair below his eyebrows melting in the heat as he took a step forwards, not wanting to walk much and continue to aggravate the hunger throbbing between his thighs.

Without thinking he barged into the next store, his clothes loose on his shrunken height, his rasping voice leaning more towards the breathy as he flung the cash out hoping to stop whatever was happening, only noticing too late he was in a salon.

"Would you like the deluxe package ma'am?"

The word 'deluxe' made his breathing hitch, eyes twitching as red continued to bleed into dilating irises, a nice hot throb in his groin making him answer before he even knew what he was agreeing to.

A few ladies led him into the main body of the salon, Kaith unsure what the point of it was, the girls fussing over him in a way that made him feel important, made him feel like royalty. He was helpless to resist, his spine arching against the chair as they laid him onto the support, the relaxation keeping his lips loose as they began milking him for every last cent.

"This is our best conditioner, would you like us to add this on to your purchase?"

"Y-Yes!"

He could feel every cent, his scalp tingling as they rubbed it in, what felt like triple releases happening as his thighs grew slicker, two lengthening spurts of hair spilling from either side and pooling in the running basin at the head of the chair. Seemingly no one found it odd besides him how much it was growing, combs teasing and tugging it out, more of his resistance unspooled from his brain as Kath could feel his mind numbing under the incessant wants of luxury.

"Our ultra deluxe moisturizer, and cucumber slices imported straight from-"

"Yes! Yes!"

He tried to clench his teeth after giving in like that, but it was proven pointless as the girls expertly massaged a creamy concoction over his face, Kath moaning as his cheeks rounded to cherubic points, sharpened with elegant bone structures in a face made to look down on others, his nose shrinking as they placed overly large cucumber slices over his eyes. They only needed a few seconds before the hollows of his eyes spread, each one plopping down over his angled eyes, some excess juice coating his lashes as it blackened to mascara. He might have been hairless, but the moisturizer was showing just how ragged and rough his skin was, its qualities spreading as sunspots, scars and all the signs of rough living were washed away in a delectable cream coloration.

"Of course we offer top notch foot massages with our pedicures to render away all stress in the body. Would you like to add that on to your deluxe-"

Kath desperately tried to ignore the words, shivering away inches at 'top notch' and 'deluxe' as she ran down prices, feeling so different already, trying not to give into any more and failing the second her fingers gave a sample, the balls of her thumbs and knuckles striking pressure points in his soles that made his body loosen, Kathe moaning out his agreement half dazed, finding them to be such lovely servants as his entire body melted under their trained touch.

The obvious happened first, only needing a few kneads before his feet were made dainty, slimmed and curved while a brief scrape of a pediegg removed any callus leftover, gloss and polish smoothing his toenails to artfully shaped accents atop slender toes. But the sheer relaxations was what truly did a number. He already couldn't stop his arousal, but something had unclenched in between his thighs, pleased coos leaving his lips as the masculinity flowed lazily out. The relaxation shrank his loosened frame, shoulders drooping as they clicked into new positions, his arms hanging at his sides as the occasional spasm was the most his body could muster against it, beefy muscle shrinking with every blissful squeeze of a pressure point, all that stress of strength slimmed to a robustly feminine physique. The masseuse even graced his calves with some shaping, Kathe refusing to let a peon know how much he was loving it, his stature something he had to uphold at all times.

Finally it was done, Kathe's jeans a sopping mess, his black hair combed, dyed and shaped into two massive blonde twintails that ended in drills. His toes pointed down as if used to the shape of heels, his slender shape androgynous enough to disguise what remained as a flush of pride filled his reflection, her perfect, haughty-

"You still owe us two hundred ma'am."

A brief flicker of panic crossed his face, unsure how he, h-he could ever be worried over such a paltry sum. He had more than enough in his wallet! His yet unchanged left hand shuffled down, grabbing the leather loops of it, Kathe's confusion quickly turning to horror at the sight of it. Didn't he throw it away? How could it be here?! Wait shit he was opening it he was going to-

"Ahhhh~!"

The fingers dipped in, slimming, teasing, the black lining covering them in a matching half glove, his thumb rubbing one of the metal clasps as the other fingers dived, Kathe cumming as much as his body could let out as the emptied wallet had not only returned, but had exactly two hundred in it, Kather whimpering as his fingers teased the wallet lining, widening the gap, feeling the spreading lining of his own slit wrapping around his remaining ball, squeezing it dry as his cock wilted downwards.

"Thank you ma'am. Please come again whenever you'd like."

His remaining hand left it dainty as he handed over the money, his lips twitching as he exited the store. He had to get back home. He didn't know what he'd do from there, but he turned his gaze upwards, hoping to avoid the shining glass windows, shivering as his eyes landed on the full moon looming over him. That giggle welled in the back of his throat, wriggling his lips, a slight titter escaping.

"Oho~!"

What was this feeling? The corners of his mouth continuing to twitch as the haughty sounding laugh strained out, the moon making the voice in his head stronger, reminding her that she was like the moon, raised above all, looking down on the huddled masses even if she wasn't always visible. His nipples were perked, drinking in the moonlight, the gleaming white circle brightening to a sheen until it became a mirror, reflecting his dreadful appearance. Such baggy clothes, cheap fabrics. She absolutely must buy- B-But they didn't have any more- At the thought his wallet grew heavy, the cash's pull irresistible.

It felt like he was being bullied in his own head, the gossipy chatter of disappointment simultaneously swelling his pride as it diminished his resistance. Walk with a strut. Do not drag your feet like a commoner. Stop worrying about money like a poor person. If you want it it is yours. The wallet dragged him forwards, his eyes seeing the fancy clothes store looming.

"N-Nooohohoho~!"

He didn't w-want to be stuck in these rags for even a second longer. The haughty smirk grew more pronounced, less wavering as he stepped inside. Still the money wasn't done dragging him onwards, past the bargains, past the affordable yet pricy middle section. He was being dragged towards an elegant red dress, black silk belt tied around the middle as the train of it seemingly spread endlessly without touching the floor. Katherin's brain pulsed excitedly at the touch, every dopamine center in it throbbing excitedly, his cock angled down as his loose jeans sagged with weak cum. The price tag was absurd, a month's pay barely enough to cover it, and that made him shudder with the utmost ecstasy as he pulled it off the rack, gloved hands grabbing a pair of lacy panties and heels on the way to the changing rooms.

His clothes slid off with barely any effort, his jeans and boxers pooling to the floor, the disgusting garments kicked to the side, clearer fluids occasionally spilling down her thighs. She had decided this dress was perfect as she slipped into it, therefore her body MUST fit it perfectly, her hips eagerly spreading to catch the outwards bloom of silk, a clear puddle forming beneath her toes as the flutter of expensive cloth urged her ass to swell, her thighs bullying his cock deeper and deeper inside her leaking slit. There was no resistance from that peasant any more, his whining as insignificant as his former stature as she pulled the black belt tight, moaning as her overwhelming perfection surged out above, ready to be complete.

"Ohoho~!"

His body was hers to dom, the cloth stronger than muscle and flesh, dragging her waist down ten sizes to an elegant dip. The loose straps of red fluttered over her nipples, another giggle mixed with moans as the pert flesh rose, not a trace of masculinity in her releases as her ample breasts swelled the red dress, her erect nipples proudly squeezing against the cloth as she gave them a feel, her cock pulled in to the mushroom tip as the flutter of scarlet cloaked her perfect form. Well... nearly perfect. She still had to pay for this all.

She left her old clothes to rot in the changing room, letting some menial worker deal with them, her panties swaddling her shrunken groin, heels clacking as she moved to the front desk.

"I will be walking out in this. Ring me up clerk!"

It was an order, the nasty look shot her way quickly fading as she brought out her wallet.

"Unless you'd like me to tell your manager why I won't ever tell anyone to visit your paltry little store in my circles."

Ah that felt good, putting her in her place, the last spark of Keith fading as she opened her wallet and slid her fingers in with the precision of a narcissistic lover. She caressed the money, counting it inside, feeling her fingers tease her cock as the remaining testicle slid into her chasm as she dug to the side, barely containing the ecstatic shrieks threatening to mar her elegant facade.

She had to empty her wallet a few times, each grouping of five bills needing a second to replenish, each dive shoving her cock deeper and deeper until the final scrape of her empty wallet sent her over the edge, Catherine screeching out a grating, blissful, "OOOOOOOHHH~ HOHOHOHOHOHO! OHOHOHOHOHOOOOO~!"

She tossed the money at the cashier who was still testing for counterfeits on the first stack.

"Keep the change peasant."

When she left, she was hardly shocked to see her sister outside, a bit of blush covering up the bruise that was quickly healing in the moonlight.

"I knew you'd be around here. It's hard to resist the glitz and glamour of the shopping districts here. Tell me, did he resist or did that worthless peasant give in instantly? You look wonderful by the way."

"Ohoho! That loser wasn't worth the life he had been given. So easy to mold, so easy to bully. You should have heard his whining fade to nothing. Ah but now I'm absolutely famished. Taking over the weak is a full time past time after all."

Her sister giggled, a matching 'Ohoho' ringing out.

"Oh I had a bite earlier sis, but it was such a poor and meager meal that I made a reservation for two. Ready to go sis?"

"Of course sis."

And the two rich girls laughed their way to dinner, flaunting their wealth around, sure that if anyone dared to threaten their wealthy assuredness, they'd soon be gaining another family member to look down on the masses.