George Knopf

Thicker than Blood: Chapter 2

Cliff was breathing heavily as he washed the last bite of pizza down with chocolate milk. His stomach surged forward in front of him, clad in a tight white tee with a couple of grease stains on the chest. His thighs filled the same ratty gray sweatpants he’d been wearing daily for months now. Nothing else fit beside a stiff pair of Dickie’s he’d been peer pressured into buying for a party. Those pants were too restricting and therefore too much of a reminder of how chubby he was becomin...

Should I rename the blog?

I've been considering changing the name of this blog, but am hesitant and curious to hear what you guys think. My concern is that 'Gainer Stories' is just too generic and not SEO-friendly. I find that most google searches for this type of content do not lead to my Tumblr or Patreon, at least not the first page of results. It's frustrating because I have been writing consistently for over a decade at this point and have amassed a vast catalogue. We all have egos and mine wants a bit more recog...

Thicker than Blood: Chapter 1

Cliff sucked in and tugged hard, trying to force the button of his jeans through the hole. He couldn’t do it. He let out a breath and tried again, fingers digging into the stiff denim, but the fabric was unrelenting. The waistband cut into his stomach painfully, causing a soft new roll of flesh to muffin top where it hadn’t before. He stared at the bulge of fat and something stirred within him. His cock gave a sudden eager throb.

He tried to resist, but it was already happening. Blo...

Next up

That's all she wrote for Plenty of Pork! Next up, is a 6 chapter story titled Thicker than Blood. Also in the pipeline is November's one shot story, The Holiday Blues. Check out the synopsis for both below.

Thicker than Blood:

Cliff Reynolds grew up with a fitness guru for a father, a fashion model for a mother, and two brothers that are star athletes. Unfortunately for Cliff, he harbors a terrible secret that could upend his fatphobic family: nothing t...

Plenty of Pork: Chapter 5

Our lips separated and we leaned back in our seats, eyes locked and glittering with excitement. I was already rock hard, my erection was trapped between my denim and my thigh and throbbing for relief. I didn’t even know if I could drive in my current state of arousal. I looked down at Abe’s crotch to evaluate if the feeling was mutual, only to realize that his belly obviously eclipsed the view. I could remember when he first started coming into the restaurant and his package was one of hi...

Plenty of Pork: Chapter 4

I was at a local bar with some friends, several drinks in and getting bored. I looked across the room as the door opened up and a man stepped in with prodigious wobble. It was Abe. My heart rose to a flutter inside my chest. My eyes surely widened as I took him in from afar. He was wearing the same outfit I had seen him in last week at the restaurant: his new jacket, unzipped, with the grey thermal underneath that still failed to cover the overflow of underbelly that jiggled free. I took a gu...

An Outward Spiral

205 pounds

I’m definitely bigger than I used to be, but I wouldn’t say I’m fat or anything. Sometimes I catch myself in the mirror after a shower and I do see how my stomach curves out a little. It’s not flat anymore, not like when I had abs in my twenties. It’s just a small swell and honestly it looks kind of natural on me. Like I’m suited to be a bit thicker. 

Lately, friends have been making jokes about my “dad bod,” and I always laugh along like i...

Plenty of Pork: Chapter 3

I was quite pleased to see Abe return to the restaurant one week later. Then again a week after that, and again, and again, until he was recognized by all the staff as a “regular.” Soon enough he began to remember my name, Charlie. We made small talk which was painfully awkward for me at first but soon became easy, and maybe even flirtatious. I had such a hard on for him that it was hard for me to discern if he was just being friendly or not. Now, whenever he approached the register he’...

October's Story: 'An Outward Spiral'

I thought I'd go fairly simple with this one after exploring the relationship arc of Friday Night Feasts. An Outward Spiral is a simple first person account of a man going from thick to obese and what that experience is like. I hope you enjoy it. Check back October 1st for the full thing.

Friday Night Feasts: Part 2

Which brings us back to the beginning. Remember? Me, sitting alone in the apartment stroking myself while washing down half a dozen donuts with a two thousand calorie weight gain shake, my belly so swollen I can’t even see my own cock, and I’m sweating because of how full I am. I’m deep in a memory of this one time Deacon fucked me in missionary while feeding me donuts and rubbing my belly when I shoot a fat load across my thigh. It feels good. I haven’t come in weeks. 

I c...

Plenty of Pork: Chapter 2

Almost every day I thought about Abe while standing behind the register. Sometimes I tried to manifest his arrival. I was a bored and horny twenty two year old minimum wage worker, so what else did I have to think about? Sometimes a guy with similar stature and coloring would arrive and my hopes would briefly skyrocket until I realized it wasn’t in fact Abe. As days turned into weeks, and then into months Abe did begin to fade from my mind. A brief dalliance distracted me as well, but that ...

Looking for Illustrators

Hey y'all, I'm looking to revamp this blog and would like to collaborate with an illustrator to create a banner and icon graphic. Depending on how this goes, there could be future work illustrating stories as well. It's only going to be one or two images tops, that will be used to represent my blog in perpetuity across Patreon, Tumblr, etc.

I am looking for someone who is a part of the community and already has some example illustrations of weight gain content to share. I prefer a semi...

Plenty of Pork: Chapter 1

It would have been difficult not to notice this guy. His blue eyes sparkled with a charming eagerness for the food he was about to receive. His excitement was palpable as he placed his order. Soft pink lips spoke each word with a boyish grin, framed by soft brown scruff on his face and tousled dirty blonde hair. A strong jaw line punctuated his manliness. 

He had the standard physique in these parts: stocky and farm raised. Strong shoulders, arms, and a meaty chest. A dense middle,...

Up Next: 'Plenty of Pork'

That's all she wrote for Gordito! Hope you enjoyed it. Up next is Plenty of Pork, synopsis below. And don't worry, the conclusion to Friday Night Feasts is coming soon...

Plenty of Pork synopsis:

Charlie works the register at a barbecue joint, but his routine is upended when he takes the order of a man named Abe. Abe is a hunky country boy with a starter belly and a big appetite who quickly becomes a regular customer. As the weeks pass, Charlie ...

Gordito: Epilogue

The air inside the truck smelled like sweat and salt and soda pop. The truck rumbled along the empty highway, its floor littered with fast food wrappers, empty fry boxes, and two extra-large cups crammed into the holders. Lee’s grease stained white T-shirt was developing wet marks under the arms and chest as it rode up over the curve of his belly. The former twink’s pale skin glistened where the sun hit it through the windshield. His gut slumped forward in his lap, jiggling each time the ...

Gordito: Chapter 8

It had been a few weeks since Lee returned to work with his impressive bulk. The energy between him and Juan Pablo was still tense. Juan Pablo kept his distance. No more shoulder touches or soft looks, but Lee could still feel the hunger in Juan Pablo’s gaze. The way his eyes lingered on Lee’s belly or on how his thighs shifted beneath his shorts. That gaze followed him daily across the yard. Lee didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t flirt back, but he knew.

In recent days, Lee had dial...

Friday Night Feasts: Part 1

It all started so innocently, and now here I sit stroking myself while washing down half a dozen donuts with a two thousand calorie weight gain shake. My belly is so swollen I can’t even see my own cock and I’m sweating because of how full I am. How did I get to this point? Well, it all started with this guy named Deacon... 

Deacon and I had been acquaintances since college. We went to the same gym and would occasionally run into each other at parties, but we had never been ver...

Next Up: 'Friday Night Feasts'

I started writing August's monthly story at the beginning of last week, and am still going. Sometimes inspiration strikes and I cannot escape the world I've created. Consequently, this one is becoming much longer than usual. Still, it doesn't quite fit the format for a multi-chapter story, so I plan to split it into two parts with the first arriving on July 1st. The second will come about a week later. Both parts will be available to all tiers, don't worry.

Synopsis below. I hope you en...

Gordito: Chapter 7

Lee wiped sweat from his brow and stared down at the patio pavers he’d just laid. Something didn’t look right. The spacing was off. He crouched with a grunt, the motion slower than it used to be. His thickened thighs pressed against his belly as it surged forward, heavy and round, resting snug atop them. Between the mass, his cock struggled for air. The waistband of his shorts dug into his skin and he shifted with a wince, trying to ease the pinch where his sweat-slicked skin chafed benea...

Gordito: Chapter 6

Lee woke to the low hum of the motel’s air conditioner and the lingering scent of carne asada and sweat on the sheets. The cheap room was dim, the curtains drawn tight against the morning light, casting everything in a soft amber glow. Beside him, Juan Pablo snored gently, one thick arm draped over Lee’s midsection. Lee lay still, sinking into the mattress and not ready to move. His body felt heavy, drowsy with sleep, with food, with the aching satisfaction of being used and fed and touch...

Gordito: Chapter 5

The morning sun was already beating down hard. Juan Pablo had told them to meet at his property for a side job, just the three of them: Juan Pablo, Lee, and Marco. He said it was a minor job, nothing too intense, just some regrading, a few raised beds, a new section of gravel path. It would be easy money for everyone. But as soon as they got moving at 10 a.m., beads of sweat ran down Lee’s spine and perspiration fell from his forehead. The truth was that Lee wasn’t used to feeling this sl...

Gordito: Chapter 4

A month had passed since the night Lee first spent tangled in Juan Pablo’s sheets. Since then, things had deepened slowly but undeniably. Lee spent more nights at Juan Pablo’s than he didn’t. They ate together, fawned over each other’s swollen bodies, and shared the kind of quiet looks that said more than words. And through it all, Lee had been growing– in every sense.

He stood in front of the mirror Monday morning, toweling off after a shower, and paused to take his reflectio...

A First Encounter

Russel had never encountered a man like this before. He had entertained plenty of fantasies, jerked off to big hunky men on his phone, but had never been with one in the flesh. And boy was there a lot of flesh. He was absolutely transfixed. Just the sound of breath moving through a wide, soft chest, or the juicy bulge of thick arms straining the sleeves of a shirt, or the soft expansion of heavy belly fat with every exhale… it all lit Russel ablaze.

He hadn’t expected Vito to be so...

Gordito: Chapter 3

The weekend air was thick with heat and the smell of cut grass. Lee spent the morning trying on shirts, discarding each one. Everything clung too tightly across his chest, his shoulders, and the swell of abdominal fat that had grown undeniable. He finally settled on a sleeveless tee that his chest and arms bulged out of paired with the loosest pair of shorts he owned. Casual, like he wasn’t overthinking it.

Juan Pablo’s house was on the outskirts of town, tucked behind a thicket of ...

Gordito: Chapter 2

Lee woke up the next morning sore, hungry, and hard. The ceiling fan stirred the warm air uselessly, and his sheets clung to his skin, damp from the lingering heat of the night. His body felt heavy in a way that was becoming familiar—a pleasant, dragging weight in his limbs, like gravity had gotten stronger just for him. His muscles ached from labor, but under that ache was a strange satisfaction. Like his body was remembering each motion, holding onto it.

He padded into the kitchen i...

Gordito: Chapter 1

Lee had never planned on spending his summer hauling mulch and digging holes. After graduating with a communications degree from a mid-tier university, he'd expected interviews, maybe a job at a marketing firm or a PR company. Instead, the job market had dried up. Every position demanded years of experience, and the pressure from his parents to "make the degree worth it" was beginning to wear him down.

So when his old high school buddy, Marco, mentioned his parents needed extra hands at...

Gordito: Prologue

Juan Pablo was a man who moved slowly and with intention. Broad-shouldered and thick through the middle, he walked with the easy authority of someone who’d built his life with his hands. His belly always led the way with a round and heavy swell that poured forward beneath his shirt. It hung over his waistband in a soft gelatinous arc. When he leaned forward the plush heft of his center would press into his belt. When he sat, it spread onto his lap forming thick rolls on each side. He had th...

Up next: 'Gordito'

I always say this, but I am quite excited to share this story. I worked on it constantly for a week straight in June, finding any spare time I could around my day job to fine tune it. Was absolutely hard as a rock writing every chapter and I think that will come through (hah). It's a spicy one and very dramatic. Eight chapters. Synopsis below.

Synopsis:

Lee is fresh out of college and struggling to start his career. Out of desperation, he takes a summer job landscaping for...

Entitled: Chapter 5

Four years later

Like clockwork, Jon laid out their lunchtime feast. He decided to go for an elevated Americana theme today. The centerpiece was barbecue ribs, complemented with a mountain of herbaceous potato salad, extra moist cornbread, chili with a creamy base, and milkshakes stocked with mass gainer. The Dessert was spiced apple pie a la mode. The house was a confluence of smells that wafted throughout the neighborhood. 

Quinn arrived home looking flustered. His...

An American Man

He first started jerking off to fat guys in high school. It started with a video of two guys spit roasting a girl, and one of the guys was kind of chunky. He followed the link to the chunky guy’s page and wacked off to his videos. At first, he avoided the guy’s solo jerk off vids. He made an effort to only watch porn with girls. But eventually he slipped up and busted the fattest load ever watching that over-bulked man stroke his meat and rub his belly on camera. Then the algorithm figure...