
Spooktober - Fraidy Cat Ladies - Mom
This spooky season, Katy introduces her VIP guests their enchanted shadow mirrors. They look closely and realize that their reflection reveals some horrific image and background. For example, Jebediah, better known as SupahCatMom, sees herself as a famous role model but she was unhappy and abused by her perverted manager and what she thought were her audience seeing her as a toydoll.
Model
In the shimmering haze of New Haven’s skyline, Jebediah Miles found herself staring out at a world that seemed just out of reach. A 58-year-old businesswoman who had sculpted her body into a lean fortress and smoothed her knee-length brown hair into a glossy cascade, she was no stranger to power and ambition. But as she scrolled through social media, a twinge of envy shot through her at the sight of younger women, effortlessly captivating millions with their beauty. Jebediah yearned not just to be admired but to be adored—to be a role model who could date the vibrant young men who buzzed around the thriving scene. When a production team finally offered her a chance to step into the spotlight, it felt like destiny. Eagerly, she signed away her independence—flashing smiles and bravado masking the dread that prickled at the corners of her mind.
In the weeks that followed, her dreams quickly devolved into a suffocating reality. The production team, veiled under the guise of admiration, treated her not as the formidable businesswoman she was, but as a plaything meant to titillate their audience. Jebediah's manager, a slick-haired man with a devilish grin, whispered sweet nothings while simultaneously pulling the strings of her autonomy. She was billed as the “Ageless Beauty”—a title that felt like a gilded cage, its bars glittering with false promises of wealth and fame. Each day, she followed their directives, parading her body on set like a mannequin, with her voice reduced to the faintest echo of a sold-out dream. No longer was she Jebediah, fierce and articulate; she was merely a model, a commodity bartered for applause.
The initial allure of her new life began to decay, replaced by an unsettling hollowness. Underneath the bright lights, Jebediah could see clearly for the first time: she was surrounded by men and women who only saw her as a toy, an object of desire to be molded and exhibited. Shadows of doubt slithered into her thoughts, raising the specter of regret. She wanted to escape this gilded prison, but to sever the ties that had ensnared her would require courage—an effort that threatened to drain her health and spirit. Despite her years of training and resilience, the prospect of returning to her old life felt more daunting than any challenge she'd faced before.
By nightfall, the weight of her choice pressed heavily on her heart. Alone in her extravagant hotel room, Jebediah’s determination began to solidify. She lit a single candle, watching the flickering flame dance as if it understood her plight. The glimmer of resolve ignited within her. She'd built a life on her strength, her intellect, and a fire inside her that could not be extinguished by a mere contract. As she gathered her thoughts, clarity seeped in—a fierce resolve to reclaim her voice. Jebediah knew she would raze this façade built by others to allow her true self to rise from the ashes.
The next morning, she strode into the studio with a newfound purpose. She declared her intention to regain her life, no longer just a body for entertainment but a woman with depth and dreams. The production team visibly recoiled, stunned as their carefully constructed playhouse began to crumble. Jebediah’s muscles rippled with defiance as she walked away from their subtle threats and empty promises. With each step, she reclaimed her freedom, her voice, and her power. It would not be easy—the costs of her departure still loomed like specters—but rather than fear, she embraced the uncertainty. Jebediah Miles was ready to reshape her story, one that would inspire others to find their own strength amidst the shadows, not as Ageless Beauty but as SupahCatMom.
An up-to-date commission menu and ToS are on my website.
https://aboutpeterbasket.carrd.co/
High Definition pictures are available exclusively on Patreon.
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Violators will be severely reported to the authorities and banned!
DO NOT DARE to copy or reuse my artwork unless permitted and properly credited.
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Model
In the shimmering haze of New Haven’s skyline, Jebediah Miles found herself staring out at a world that seemed just out of reach. A 58-year-old businesswoman who had sculpted her body into a lean fortress and smoothed her knee-length brown hair into a glossy cascade, she was no stranger to power and ambition. But as she scrolled through social media, a twinge of envy shot through her at the sight of younger women, effortlessly captivating millions with their beauty. Jebediah yearned not just to be admired but to be adored—to be a role model who could date the vibrant young men who buzzed around the thriving scene. When a production team finally offered her a chance to step into the spotlight, it felt like destiny. Eagerly, she signed away her independence—flashing smiles and bravado masking the dread that prickled at the corners of her mind.
In the weeks that followed, her dreams quickly devolved into a suffocating reality. The production team, veiled under the guise of admiration, treated her not as the formidable businesswoman she was, but as a plaything meant to titillate their audience. Jebediah's manager, a slick-haired man with a devilish grin, whispered sweet nothings while simultaneously pulling the strings of her autonomy. She was billed as the “Ageless Beauty”—a title that felt like a gilded cage, its bars glittering with false promises of wealth and fame. Each day, she followed their directives, parading her body on set like a mannequin, with her voice reduced to the faintest echo of a sold-out dream. No longer was she Jebediah, fierce and articulate; she was merely a model, a commodity bartered for applause.
The initial allure of her new life began to decay, replaced by an unsettling hollowness. Underneath the bright lights, Jebediah could see clearly for the first time: she was surrounded by men and women who only saw her as a toy, an object of desire to be molded and exhibited. Shadows of doubt slithered into her thoughts, raising the specter of regret. She wanted to escape this gilded prison, but to sever the ties that had ensnared her would require courage—an effort that threatened to drain her health and spirit. Despite her years of training and resilience, the prospect of returning to her old life felt more daunting than any challenge she'd faced before.
By nightfall, the weight of her choice pressed heavily on her heart. Alone in her extravagant hotel room, Jebediah’s determination began to solidify. She lit a single candle, watching the flickering flame dance as if it understood her plight. The glimmer of resolve ignited within her. She'd built a life on her strength, her intellect, and a fire inside her that could not be extinguished by a mere contract. As she gathered her thoughts, clarity seeped in—a fierce resolve to reclaim her voice. Jebediah knew she would raze this façade built by others to allow her true self to rise from the ashes.
The next morning, she strode into the studio with a newfound purpose. She declared her intention to regain her life, no longer just a body for entertainment but a woman with depth and dreams. The production team visibly recoiled, stunned as their carefully constructed playhouse began to crumble. Jebediah’s muscles rippled with defiance as she walked away from their subtle threats and empty promises. With each step, she reclaimed her freedom, her voice, and her power. It would not be easy—the costs of her departure still loomed like specters—but rather than fear, she embraced the uncertainty. Jebediah Miles was ready to reshape her story, one that would inspire others to find their own strength amidst the shadows, not as Ageless Beauty but as SupahCatMom.
An up-to-date commission menu and ToS are on my website.
https://aboutpeterbasket.carrd.co/
High Definition pictures are available exclusively on Patreon.
DISCRIMINATION:
This Copyrighted Content made by PeterBasketFox (me) may not be Retranslated, Reposted, Reproduced, Rebroadcast, Relocated, Redesigned, or Otherwise Distributed or Used in any form without the express written consent/appeal to PeterBasketFox and Foxtrot Enterprise.
Violators will be severely reported to the authorities and banned!
DO NOT DARE to copy or reuse my artwork unless permitted and properly credited.
Commission are open.
Posted using PostyBirb
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