I’m posting a snippet today from a story that took a majorly 90-degree turn as I was writing it this week. Let me put it this way, it went from being DD/spanking based, to being focused on eating disorders and one of my characters having a drag queen he keeps hidden inside. Yeah – the story went from possibly being a 35,000 word novella to inching toward 80k. The spanking aspect is probably almost going to disappear. It probably will end up listed under M/M romance, not erotic romance, when all is said and done.
The WIP title is currently Trusting His Heart
“No!” he shouted in horror. “I’ve got money.”
Jerking his face away from Griffin’s finger, Bastien looked at the wall. “You saw me today.”
Griffin stared at him, not understanding. “And?”
Turning back around, Bastien waved at his slim body. “I’m a hippo! A marshmallow! I know I’m fat, Griffin. And I used to keep it fairly well contained when I exercised, but I stopped exercising when Carl let me know how ugly I looked when doing so. And I know I shouldn’t eat sweets but they’re so good. And when I eat one, I figure if I starve myself afterward, I won’t put on any weight.”
Griffin stared at him in shock. “Bastien, you’re not fat.”
“I am, too! I’ve always been round. I can’t help it. My parents were round, too. So are my two sisters.” Tears leaked from Bastien’s eyes. “And nobody wants the effeminate fat boy.”
“Holy shit,” Griffin muttered, yanking the man into his arms. “Did you feel this way before Carl?”
Bastien made an unsuccessful attempt at pulling out of his arms, but from Griffin’s point of view, he didn’t really try hard. “I always knew I was kind of feminine at times,” he mumbled after giving up and leaning against Griffin’s chest. “In college, I used to sneak into a local gay club every Sunday night for drag queen night. They loved Saffron Noel. But after college, my job took me to a new town and I was too afraid of being found out. And then Carl came into my life.” The silence in the room after that line was filled with so much meaning that Griffin wanted to go find the bastard and kick him in the nuts.
“Talk to me,” he murmured when Bastien stayed silent. If he could get him to talk, maybe he could get him to eat.