George Knopf

Fat Cats: Chapter 3

The rumble of the subway caused Joe and Justin to jiggle. A healthy paunch sat in Joe’s lap, subtly sloping out underneath well-defined pecs. His pants had been sized up but not his shirt, which was slightly strained at the buttons when he was sitting down. Justin’s thighs now touched at all times, especially when he was seated. Their girth was hard to ignore as the train car sent vibrations through their softest spots.

Justin was staring at his phone in disbelief. Before leaving th...

Fat Cats: Chapter 2

Joe sucked in and closed the latch on his work pants. Exhaling, his beginner belly fell forward and filled the fabric of his white dress shirt. Nearby, Justin finished toweling himself off after a shower and slipped into a pair of briefs. The curvature of his ass gobbled up the fabric causing an uncomfortable wedgie. His pants fit fine around the waist but the strained fabric in the rear showed every line of his underwear.

Before heading into the subway, Joe purchased a bagel and large ...

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I'm working on a spring break edition of Dispatches, and I'm wondering if there's any characters (or even scenarios!) you'd like to see featured? I get a lot of asks in this arena so now is your chance! Comment below with any suggestions. 

The Gains of March

My nerves were wrecked as I stepped off the plane at LAX. This was going to be my big break. I felt like I could explode with fear and excitement at any moment. With my suitcase in tow, I headed towards the rideshare area. Beautiful people filled the airport and I felt self conscious of the way my thighs rubbed together in my blue jeans. I had lost fifteen pounds before coming here and wished I had managed just five more. Oh well.

The Uber dropped me off at a dingy apartment building in...

Fat Cats: Chapter 1

“Let’s do one more, my hair looks funny in that one.”

Justin placed his phone back on the tripod and skipped over to his husband, Joe, as they posed in front of their brand new New York City loft. They smiled before the camera and ring light, their white teeth glistening and their perfect skin beaming. After the shutter sound, the couple evaluated the image. It was up to snuff and immediately posted onto their shared “J&J” Instagram account with a long caption welcoming th...

Update: 'The Gains of March' and more

It's been awhile since one of these updates! I have been in a bit of a creative drought the past couple months, but a flood is coming. Right now I'm not sure what the follow up to Mr. Perfect will be. I have some stories in the vault or might pound out a new one this weekend that I'm thinking of titling Hungry Hungry Himbos. We'll see! What I can promise is March's one-off story, titled The Gains of March. Check out the synopsis below and tune in March 1st for the f...

Mr. Perfect: Chapter 8

Six months later

Ricardo rubbed the sleep from his eyes and struggled to roll his heft over in bed. Instead of Gavin he found an indentation in the mattress covered in crumbs. It was peculiar for Gavin to be the first one up. Ricardo slung his legs over the edge of the bed and took a big swig of water. He scratched at his belly. The stretch marks were so itchy since hitting 400 and it was driving him crazy. He reached for his phone to check the time but it tumbled to the ground...

Mr. Perfect: Chapter 7

Six months later

Ricardo, by all intents and purposes, was a gainer. That is to say, he was actively trying to gain weight. It was something he never really put much thought into personally, but he was enjoying the sensation of growing larger and had no intention to stop anytime soon. All day every day he stuffed his face and had a good time doing it. It was a new aspect of his personality.

Not surprisingly, Ricardo blew past the 300 pound mark with ease over six months o...

Mr. Perfect: Chapter 6

Three months later

“You know it’s almost been one year since our first date,” Ricardo purred.

“Oh do I, big guy,” Gavin rubbed his boyfriend’s swollen tank.

The two were getting frisky in the back of the weed store. Since Ricardo quit law school he had picked up some shifts alongside Gavin, who was recently promoted to Store Manager. Ricardo had also picked up some pounds, 30 to be exact. He knew this because after the disastrous meal with his parents, R...

Growing Solo

Jay locked the doors to his loft in San Francisco and climbed into his Cybertruck. It was packed to the brim with food and belongings as he headed north. At 38, Jay had sold his company for seven figures and was resolved to spend the next six months in near total isolation writing his memoirs. He had purchased a small rustic cabin in Northern California where he planned to complete his writing.

When he finally arrived he took a deep breath of the alpine air and stepped inside his new ho...

Mr. Perfect: Chapter 5

“None of these dress shirts fit anymore!” Ricardo exclaimed. “They barely even button. What am I supposed to wear?”

The boys were getting ready for dinner with Ricardo’s parents, Daniel and Paula. Ricardo had been brimming with anxiety all day. Daniel and Paula were a tough crowd and hard to please. They were strict parents with an icy edge that rarely received Ricardo’s friends or boyfriends very well. They were so cruel to his ex, who was a star athlete, that he cried on t...

Mr. Perfect: Chapter 4

Six months later

Ricardo took a massive bong rip and slouched back on the couch as he exhaled.

What started as smoking weed a few times a week became a nightly habit for Ricardo. Even if Gavin wasn’t around, Ricardo was sparking up. What started as skipping the gym here and there became only attending here and there. At this point, Ricardo reckoned he hadn’t worked out in over a month. What started as arriving late to class turned into skipping class altogether. In th...

Mr. Perfect: Chapter 3

Two months later

Ricardo’s phone alarm awoke both men from a deep slumber. They were in Ricardo’s bed, their bodies tied together awkwardly from a restless night with full bellies. It was now 11am and Ricardo had already silenced the alarm twice, which meant he had to get up. Begrudgingly, they both rolled out of bed.

Gavin didn’t like staying at Ricardo’s alone. It was too neat and tidy. Even Ricardo’s new bong glistened with a freshness that made Gavin uneasy....

Mr. Perfect: Chapter 2

One month later

Gavin lay sprawled on the couch munching on leftover pizza from the night before. He wore only boxers and dirty white socks, letting his manhood and pudge air out comfortably. A cloud of weed smoke hung in the air as he watched cartoons and scratched at his junk. He wanted a beer from the fridge but was too lazy to get up and grab it.

Ricardo knocked at the front door and then let himself in. He was clearly fresh from the gym, wearing tiny shorts and a mus...

Mr. Perfect: Chapter 1

It was a sunny day in Palo Alto and Ricardo’s favorite brunch spot was buzzing. He had arrived promptly on time for his Hinge date and was seated outside. He wore a crisp ironed button up in white with slim dark wash jeans. Both were tailored impeccably to show off his impressive frame.

Ricardo was something of a gym rat with broad shoulders, a trim waist, and rippling muscles all over. At six foot he was tall but not freakishly so. With brown hair, chiseled features, and a glowing sm...

Shorty

Christian lifted himself off Monty’s python of a cock and collapsed onto the bed post-coitus. He was covered in sweat and filled with come. Cuddling up close to Monty, Christian cupped his boyfriend’s beer belly and gave it a squeeze. Monty’s large arms pulled Christian in close so he could give the smaller guy a smooch on the head.

“You’re a bit thicker it seems. Must have been the holidays,” Christian said.

“You know I noticed the same with you,” Monty grinned. �...

Up Next: 'Mr. Perfect' and 'Shorty'

In the spirit of cuffing season, we're kicking off the new year with two cozy new stories about couples whose waistlines seem to expand with their love. Mr. Perfect will be posted in 8 parts and Shorty will be January's one-off story. Read the synopses below and tune in January 1st and 2nd to check out the full thing. 

Mr. Perfect: Ricardo is Mr. Perfect. He’s tall, dark, and handsome, comes from a good family, and is a...

The Fat Factory: Chapter 8

The next morning the boys awoke in silence. They slipped on their jockstraps, their stomachs muffin topping above the waistband, and their ass and thighs gobbling up the leg straps. Chris Anthony’s fat pad pushed against the cotton fabric of the cup. Their crop tops clung to their curves and allowed the bellies they had so ferociously packed full of calories the last five days to hang free.

In tandem the couple marched towards their final weigh in. They entered a gilded room with a si...

The Fat Factory: Chapter 7

The final challenge had arrived. Frederic and Chris Anthony were given full access to a fully stocked chef’s kitchen and were left to their own devices for an entire day. Nothing in the kitchen came prepared. If they wanted to eat, then they had to cook. If they wanted to win the weigh in the next morning, they had to cook well.

Both boys started with french toast, an easy meal they both knew how to prepare. It was unclear who had the idea first, but both suspected the other of copyin...

The Fat Factory: Chapter 6

The next morning they followed the same routine. Alarm, uniform, but this time they started with the feeding machines. As they walked to the room which held the machines, Frederic noticed something. His ass seemed to be jiggling with each step. This was a new sensation for him. He gripped his right ass cheek and it did feel more voluminous with a bit more squish. He looked down at his belly. He had been so bloated the last few days that it was hard to spot any real difference in that region, ...

The Fat Factory: Chapter 5

Day 3 inside the Factory began once again with an omnipresent alarm ringing out through their bedroom. The boys were cuddled together in their bed spooning. Chris Anthony was ironically the little spoon, his belly pooling out in front of him like a pile of lard. Frederic was wrapped around him from behind, his own belly pressed against Chris Anthony’s lower back and his morning wood against Chris Anthony’s fluffy ass. Frederic’s arm wrapped around Chris Anthony’s belly lovingly, cradl...

The Twelve Gains of Christmas

Something most people don’t know about me is that I’ve always wanted to be a big guy. Like, really big. I want to be the biggest guy in the room. I want people to stare and marvel at my rotundity. I want people to be shocked by how much bigger I’ve gotten every time they see me. I’ve always wanted this, but it wasn’t until recently that I decided to really go for it.

After college I secured a comfortable job and was finally able to afford a gym membership, a trainer, and stay ...

The Home Depot Hookup: Chapter 3

I was sitting in front of my computer watching some fat guy jiggle his gut for the camera. With one hand I stroked my hard on and with the other I alternated between squeezing my own belly and gulping down a gainer shake. It was a fairly average evening for me. Nearby my phone lit up with a message from you know who.

It had been a month since my stalker moment in the Home Depot, and while that was a very sexy experience, I did feel a bit creepy about it. I pulled back from our messages ...

The Home Depot Hookup: Chapter 2

Two weeks passed since my Home Depot boyfriend initially messaged me. We chatted occasionally, usually horny in bed before falling asleep. I even dropped some hints at meeting up but he must have not picked up on them. This was par for the course with any hookup app, but nevertheless this man stayed on my mind. He was just so fucking hot.

During those two weeks I gained five pounds which was pretty impressive for me. It’s difficult for me to gain even one pound in a week, let...

The Home Depot Hookup: Chapter 1

I woke up to the unmistakable ding of several Grindr messages. What time was it? I felt discombobulated. The sun was just setting and my mouth felt parched. I was on the couch and turned towards the coffee table where a mess of fast food wrappers and a half empty coke stood. I clutched the coke and gulped it down until it was gone. I had forgotten about my little Wendy’s binge earlier.

Since packing on my first thirty pounds my libido had kicked into overdrive. Sure my appetite had ex...

Rounding out 2022

It's been another great year of writing smut for the internet. As always, immensely grateful for the readership and contributions. I have some exciting things in store for 2023, but first let me share what's to come in the next two months. 

One Hundred Pounds Later is officially over. There will be more to come from some of these characters but you'll have to hold tight before hearing from them again. In the meantime, up next is The Home Depot Hookup. This one is ...

One Hundred Pounds Later: Chapter 4

This was my first July in LA that I wasn’t living at home. I sat on the back patio wearing nothing but a thong and sipping my new favorite drink: strawberry milk, cherry schnapps, and rum. My belly spread out before me. It confidently rested in my lap, ten pounds heavier since graduation. I was covered in sweat but that was par for the course. I scratched at my belly and sighed.

Landon emerged from the pool. Landon was a blonde surfer type without much going on in his head. After an i...

The Pig Party: Part 2

The solid wooden door creaked open to reveal a cavernous entryway outfitted with lockers. Signs instructed partygoers to leave all phones, recording devices, and wallets behind. Matt followed suit and locked up the couple’s belongings. They progressed to the end of the entryway where a nude fat man in a pig mask, weighing about 300 pounds with an impressive beach ball of a gut, offered glasses of champagne before pulling back a red curtain and ushering the men inside.

They were inside...

The Pig Party: Part 1

The pig’s ass hung heavy in the air. For a man of his girth, it had retained a surprising rotundness. Most men over the 500 pound mark became a pillowy mass of belly, but not Will. Each of Will’s ass cheeks were bigger than a watermelon. They were dimpled with cellulite and striped with harsh stretch marks. The massive arse swayed and trembled from the ferociousness of its owner’s feeding.

Pillar-like legs coated in blubber held up the ass. His knees dug into the rug. Even the man...

A Special Surprise: 'The Pig Party'

Dear Patrons, I have a kinky surprise to announce. November's monthly story is going to come in two parts posted back to back. The story is called The Pig Party and part one is dropping tomorrow as a little Halloween treat. This one follows Matt and Will from Penthouse Piggy so be sure to check that one out if you haven't already. I hope all you naughty pigs and their...