The OnlyFans Mission

Chapter 1

All illustrations are made by myself, (including the cover art,) so please appreciate the effort I put into this :)
                                                                            ––––Dr. Phil––––

  Location: Ding Dong, Texas
7/26/XX || 9:32 PM
2 days until delivery

I pick up my guCcI handbag and head to my car to check out for the night, the sound of my heels clacking against the pavement and filling the stillness of the night. My balding head aerodynamic against the chilled air, I take out my keys and unlock the door as the car lights flicker to life. I rev the engine, heading off home in the darkness of the night.
Selling my body on the street for profit isn't any life for me, but it's the only one I've got other than my daytime TV show. I can't make as much money off of middle-aged women as much as I used to. The only thing I really want is to be able to make a famous Deviant Art account... I want to be known – to be seen by people other than the aging women who watch my daytime show and the slimy douches that fill the streets at night looking for a piece of this thicc McGraw booty.
As much as others respect me for being a prostitute, I must admit that I've always dreamed of being praised as an artist. The problem is I've always been too shy to show off the drawings in my 'famous cartoon characters inflation' collection.
Everyone knows that the first step to being successful at making fetish art online is to have a body pillow or a cut-out, so my only option is to get my hands on a standee. Pillows are gay, and I love pûs.
I manage to narrow down my options as to what to attain as a cut-out, and I soon found Belle Delphine's likeness to be perfect.
I could just make my own, but we all know I'm too rich to do things for myself. I'll have to go with the *gags* peasant option-
As I place the Nozama order for my precious life-sized Belle, I crack my knuckles and slump back into my chair, satisfied with the effort I'm putting into getting this standee.
After I shower and get ready for bed, I brush my mustache and I slip into my segsy carebear footie pajamas. I slide into my bed, shutting my eyes with a smile on my face. It's only a matter of time before I get the recognition I deserve for my art–

7/27/XX || 10:23 AM
1 day until delivery

The beautiful melody of pigeons screaming outside wakes me up gracefully. As soon as I remember about my order, I check to see how far it's shipped thus far. Already my precious belle is halfway there.
"She's almost here" I stretch my arms out and stand up, heading towards the door. "Christopher," I bellow out into the hallway, "get me my breakfast."
I hear Chandler's stupid voice pipe up from across the hall "What is it you would like to have this morning, sir?"
"I don't care" I yawn. "As long as you make it fast, Carlson– I don't have the patience to wait for you today."
"Yes sir; right away, sir."

Taking a spoonful of the Minecraft cereal Craig had given me, I flip through the different channels on the TV. Nothing eventful is going on- at least that's what I had assumed until I switched onto the news.

"We've just arrived at the scene where late last night the superhero by the alias of 'Tiddle' has blown up Saint Holly's Orphanage- we from Fox News would like to thank this purple-suited hero for his honorable deed of getting rid of all those useless children; something the liberals were too afraid to do. We are planning on building a local Fazolis in the spot where innocent children by the hundreds perished. Let's cross our fingers for that Fazolis, Clyde."
"Thank you, Gina- this just in, Steve Harvey, a host known for his show 'Family Feud', has made a statement, claiming to have the power to shut the website 'Deviant Art' down... I have just now been notified that we have acquired a video sent directly from OnlyFans headquarters, that is believed to be from Steve Harvey himself. We warn you, the footage you are about to see is graphic."

I stop eating and sit up in my seat, leaning forward toward the TV. My eyes widen as I realize that my Belle Delphine cut-out has been tied up and beaten, a horrible display of terrorism.
"I, Steve Harvey, have here with me, Dr. Phil's standee of Belle Delphine. I will execute this hostage in the following days unless my demands are met-" Steve points the pistol at Belle's head, his forehead and glorious mustache glistening with sweat. "Shut down Deviant Art by Monday afternoon, or I will not hesitate to go through with my threat. I will not ask again."
I cover my mouth in shock, jumping from my seat and grabbing the nearest suit I can find; I must find a way to save Belle, but I can't do it on my own.

I have to get a hero to help me.