Where Are They Now: The Runaway Pop Star (Patreon)

“Well?” Sienna asked eagerly. “What did you think of the interview?”

”And Marko just loves keeping me well-fed.“ His eyes scanning her quote with an arched brow. “Very well-fed.” Marko set the e-reader down upon the counter to grab a silicone mitt for the oven. His expression was jokingly miffed. He wasn’t entirely keen on the piece happening in the first place after all. “Must you be so open for the whole world to hear?” His cheeks were slightly reddened, prior to reaching into the stove.

“Oh-Hohoh!” Sienna laughed, hoisting herself up to sit on the lower part of the sturdy island counter. “I’m sorry. Didn’t realize my growing ass was just supposed to be our little secret.”

“I mean it’s just- it’s a magazine.” Marko stammered, taking a pan out. The wonderful aroma that had already spread through the room only intensified. “Who knows just how many folks will read this.”

“I don’t know. Probably the same amount that will see me at least three times the size they last remember me.” Sienna sassily scoffed, giving her belly a bit of a jiggle. Marko couldn’t help but stare for a second. At least until the heat of the pan started to permeate the silicone.

“Ahh!” He winced, dropping it quickly & a bit loudly on the burners. Sienna giggled to herself. She still had it.

“Don’t you think it’s just a wee bit hypocritical of you to get bent out of shape over something as innocuous as that, Mr. “Fat Wife, Happy Life?” She asked. “Besides, it’s not like I really dwelled on how much you enjoy feeding me.” Marko didn’t respond, he was too busy spooning a bit more of the seasoned sauce from the other pan onto the meat he had just taken out. He did it delicately. With great care. All bickering aside, Sienna smirked, watching his precision. It didn’t help matters that she was currently starving.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Marko caved, grabbed a fresh fork from the drawer. “Like always.”

“Of course I am.” Sienna playfully agreed. Marko cleaved a piece of marinated chicken from the larger hunk. It was a cakewalk considering just how tender it was. He poked at the juice morsel, cupped a hand underneath it & brought it to Sienna’s mouth.

“I do love making sure you are well-fed.” He smirked, waiting for her to take a bite.

“I love you feeding me,” Sienna winked. She took the bite without breaking eye contact. Well, at least until the taste involuntarily made her eyes roll to the back of her head. The chicken tasted so good, it was almost orgasmic.

“Trying something a little different.” He shrugged.

“How do you consistently one up yourself?” She chewed, “More. Please!”

“There’s plenty more, gorgeous,” He laughed assuringly. “Plenty more.”

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What started as a warm-up that got out of hand as a simple beach image I was pretty proud of then ballooned into this multi-layered project all of a sudden. Anyway, I’ve been catching a bit of discourse on twitter lately about trying to offer up more positive scenarios in the stuff we’re putting out as a community. Not be dark or portray the stuff we like as some kind of a negative EVERY time. So I tried to make something a little more wholesome here, with a couple finding happiness & freedom. 

If the text is too small, a pdf is attached as well. I’ll post some of the elements as individual assets too some time soon, maybe this week.