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...

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 t...

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 fa...

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. Ch...

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 reli...

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...

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 cu...

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 ...

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 th...

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...

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...

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...

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 ...

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......

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 c...

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 lo...

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 o...

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 becom...

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 b...

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, ...

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, nothi...

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....

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 ...

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 sw...

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...

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 ma...

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 bell...

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 absolutel...

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 mo...

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...