George Knopf

Happy Pride everyone!

I'd like to take a moment and wish everyone a happy Pride. Personally, I've always felt ambivalent about the holiday, its propensity towards corporatism, and the social pressure to party. Lately though I've been reflecting on how privileged I am to even have the option to celebrate my identity, especially as the global political landscape continues to shift dramatically.

I'm grateful I get to celebrate ,lust after fat guys, and share my musings and fantasies with a network of likeminde...

I Married a Chef: Chapter 4

Elio walked through the front door and made a beeline for the fridge. He grabbed the jug of chocolate milk and started chugging. He was famished and needed something in his stomach immediately otherwise he thought he might pass out. The jug was half full and he polished it off in under a few minutes. Wiping the milk from his lips, he belched so loudly it echoed through the house. 

“Is that how you’re always going to greet me after work now?” Raf came waddling out from the liv...

I Married a Chef: Chapter 3

“Babe, I thought we were going to breakfast? The cleaning lady will be here any minute.” 

Elio shoved the last bit of scone in his mouth and shrugged, “I know.” He stood up and placed the plate in the sink. 

“Is that what you’re wearing?” 

“What do you mean?” Elio was slightly offended. 

Raf stepped close to his husband and grabbed the wad of belly fat hanging exposed beneath the hem of Elio’s shirt. 

“Oh!” Elio ex...

I Married a Chef: Chapter 2

Elio woke up with barbecue sauce smeared across his chin. He sat up in the hotel bed and was disgusted by the cart piled high with room service still next to his bed. He groaned and shuffled out of bed. As he pushed the cart into the hallway a burp escaped his chest and provided much needed relief. Back in the room he looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was still the middle of the night. He decided to swig some brandy, shower off, and try to get some more rest. 

Raf oft...

I Married a Chef: Chapter 1

“I just got back from lunch with my agent.” 

“Oh yeah? How did it go?” 

“She told me I’ve put on some relationship weight. I was like, ‘What do you expect? I married a chef!’” 

Elio leaned against the kitchen island causing his belly to bulge out against the cold granite. Raf glanced at the little bit of chub on his husband’s belly. He hadn’t noticed, but now that Elio mentioned it, he could tell his man had put on some weight. Raf didn�...

Growing Grant

Grant and Tim's story began like many modern romances: on a dating app. Both men, in their mid thirties and living in LA, were seeking something real in a town of fakes. They were tired of the casual hookups and situationships endemic to the gay community. Grant, with his salt and pepper hair and stout build, often felt self-conscious about his appearance, but Tim's profile caught his eye so he decided to give it a shot. Tim was a classic beauty with a captivating smile, slim yet muscular, wi...

Up Next: 'Growing Grant' and 'I Married a Chef'

May is going to be a rather wholesome month with two new stories focusing on how transformative intimate relationships can be to one's waistline. But don't worry, I got some devious tales planned when Pride rolls around in June...

Growing Grant synopsis:

Lots of people are self conscious about their weight, and Grant is no different. He’s always been a pudgy guy engaged with the battle of the bulge. When he begins dating a new guy named Tim he inevitably puts on ...

The Making of a Cow: Chapter 4

Over the next ten months Roger put on an alarming amount of weight. What began as a salacious DM snowballed far beyond what he could have imagined. The man behind the account was named Dovy, a grad student originally from Lithuania who lived in a small town near Roger. Dovy was studying kinesiology, which was ironic given his deep seeded desire to fatten another man beyond the point of mobility. Roger responded to Dovy’s DM not expecting anything more than a horny exchange between two men s...

The Making of a Cow: Chapter 3

By the age of twenty five the gainer had come out of the pantry. Roger was living alone in a one bedroom apartment working full time as an accountant. His job paid well and only required that he go into the office once or twice a week which meant that Roger had the disposable income for large quantities of food and the time and space to transform into the cow he was destined to become. At this point in time Roger was no longer hiding from his desires, he was embracing them.  

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The Making of a Cow: Chapter 2

After his viral video, Roger left the frat, quit the soccer team, moved into the dorms, and lost all the weight. It wasn’t difficult to slim down but it fucked with his head. He was in denial about his weight gain fetish and tried to memory hole the hazing that had happened to him as a freshman. He didn’t talk to anyone he used to hang out with that year, although sometimes he would see them in the campus gym. The teasing persisted for a year or so, but eventually dissipated. Roger was do...

The Making of a Cow: Chapter 1

Roger felt sluggish, as though his body was made of concrete. It was four in the afternoon on a Saturday and he’d spent all day in bed, eating pizza, and edging. When he finally hoisted himself onto his feet he groaned. His belly sagged over the elastic band of his underwear. Thank god it was the off season. He would probably be kicked off the soccer team if the coach were to see what physical shape he was in. 

Roger had only been to the gym once or twice this week, and that was ...

Up Next: 'The Making of a Cow'

Buckle up for a nasty prequel that I guarantee will leave you with a hard on. Four chapters in total. Chapter One coming Sunday.

Synopsis:

In Cow Tattoo, we meet Roger Durop, a “debilitatingly round” man with a cow tattoo on his bicep who orders enough food delivery in one sitting to feed an army. But how did Roger get to this point? His back story is a lurid one, from a frat guy...

My Best Friend's Brother

I would be lying if I said I had never fantasized about fucking Milo Carr before. The kid was an ideal piece of ass. I didn’t usually go for younger guys but Milo was an exception. I was best friends with his older brother, Dimitri, and first met Milo about five years ago when he was twenty. Dimitri and I became friends through an old job, eventually becoming gym buds who would grab a beer occasionally. Dimitri was straight and didn’t seem to care that I was bi. In fact, I think he was ki...

Coming Tuesday: 'My Best Friend's Brother'

Synopsis:

Not all twinks are built the same. Some, like Milo Carr, have an appetite and failed dreams of building muscle. Then they go off to grad school and begin stacking on weight like they’re preparing for hibernation. So what’s a self-respecting guy to do when his best friend’s little brother is a piggish (ex)twink like Milo Carr? Is he supposed to respect the boundary and maintain bro code? That wouldn’t be very fun, would it?

Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 7

Eli came to on the couch, his cock throbbing for relief. He looked directly into the eyes of a familiar face. It was Strath, a man he had met at the bath house months ago. Eli’s gaze moved from Strath’s face to the giant greasy bag of Taco Bell on the coffee table. His inner hog growled. Eli grabbed the bag of fast food and ripped it open. 

Piping hot greasy food tumbled across the table. He was ravenous. Eli ripped off the wrappers and shoved the fast food into his mouth. He s...

Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 6

Eli stroked himself in bed. He was surrounded by food wrappers and empty cartons of Boost VHC. His skin and sheets were stained with food. His stomach was gurgling. He was in a haze from the past several days and all he could do was stroke. His belly swelled forward before him like a great mountain of fat, eclipsing almost the entire view of his cock. Just the tip of its head was visible over the crest of his belly. Looking down at himself he could feel his chin sink into a band of fresh pudg...

Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 5

Eli licked the chocolate sauce off his fingers one by one. This was the best cake he had ever eaten. It was so delicious he consumed the whole thing in one sitting, despite already having an expansive breakfast packed away in his stomach. In fact, he wanted more. But Eli was too lazy to lift his overstuffed gut off the couch and disturb the feeder-chef toiling away in the kitchen. Besides, the delicious smells greeting his nose indicated that more food would be arriving soon. 

He l...

Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 4

Eli was overwhelmingly horny. Rutger had done a number on him, forcing him full of food and then refusing orgasm all day. By evening his stomach was too uncomfortably packed for him to even consider jerking off. Instead, he had passed out on top of his bed and woke up today with a raging hard on and a need to feed. 

He relieved himself in the bathroom and then stormed his kitchen. He excavated a frozen quiche from the back of the freezer and popped that in the oven, then proceeded ...

Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 3

It was eight in the morning when a knock at the door stirred Eli from his sleep. He wiped the drool from his mouth and hoisted himself out of bed. Still in the nude, he grabbed a pair of boxers to cover up his morning wood and lumbered to the front door. Eli’s belly, still bloated from the night before, sloped in front of him. Cum and food was crusted in his chest hair. His eyes were half open, blinded by the sunlight, and his hair was a tousled mess. He smelled slightly musky. And there wa...

Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 2

Eli had eaten so much throughout the day that he should have been nervous about having capacity for the feeder stopping by later that evening. The key word is should. Eli didn’t think about such things, he only thought about growth. And sex. For him, those two were basically the same thing. He had a bottomless capacity for sexual pleasure which meant he had a bottomless pit of a stomach as well. 

When the feeder arrived, Eli was sitting on the couch wearing a worn out wi...

Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 1

How did we get here? Check out the prequel story 'Addicted.'

One week off work, not going outside, absolute gluttony 24/7. Local feeders stop by. Bring me food and watch me feast. DM for address.

Eli Bone blasted the message across all of his gainer-centric socials. Even as he typed out the words he had a large glass of mass gainer next to him and a hard on betw...

Tomorrow: 'Seven Days of Gluttony'

Synopsis: 

Eli Bone is a hedonistic pig with only two things on his mind: food and sex. With one week off work he decides to go all in. Locking himself inside, he posts an open call for local feeders to stuff him silly. What follows is seven days of absolute gluttony.

Are you 'Addicted'?

Who is curious about what happened during those seven days when Eli from Addicted had an open door policy for feeders and encouragers?