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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 7

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
Dec. 16, 2015
Updated Apr. 23, 2016


Till daybreak Lu slept like the dead;
She awoke by herself in the bed.

She'd been deftly boned,
Then the playboy had flown.
She damned herself for an airhead.

Gaff showered herself with teeth set,
Standing there, cursing, all wet.
A tumble they'd shared,
Only Joe hadn't cared.
'Twas a lesson Lu would not forget.

By cab she went home to her place;
In the hall Skipper saw her red face.
Things hadn't gone well;
The stripper could tell

That Lu hadn't stopped at third base.



Saturday, October 31, 2015

The One Where I Grumble

Okay, there's not many places I can publicly grumble about the way things have gone all over in the transformation genre but here, where I'm the boss, I figure it might be alright. 

Overall, do I like where things have gone?  No.  Am I going to actively push it towards what I like?  Also no.  The genre has changed in many different subcategories, reflecting a shift of the demographics and the social constructs that make up this genre. 

The transformation genre has always been dominated by the 18-30 year old (at least as far as content producers and active members) age group.  I am now a few years beyond this age group and am starting to feel the effects.  I'll start with what you guys are likely least interested in:

Age progression:  I like late teen to late 20s AP, a gawky teen to a statuesque beauty.  This genre overall, age regression/progression, is pretty much dead.  This is likely because it has gotten increasingly difficult to find anyone willing to touch a genre that can and usually is labeled as borderline pedophilia.  This is understandable but alas, it lets me down.  I have no desire for 5 year olds becoming grownups nor grownups becoming 5 year olds but the art produced these days is generally fitting right there, likely of the opinion that if you're going to get into this, you might as well go in all the way.


Breast expansion:  Realism has never been a strong suit of the genre but now it's almost entirely gone from it.  Boobs never stop at a nice full generous set but instead seem to go into the realm of the entirely impractical and often, it is now paired with some form of giantess type growth.  Room-filling boobs and girls don't interest me much, either.  And it's all quick, too.  No slow appreciation of the new assets, just boom, boobs. 

Now for the one you here at this blog are likely most interested in:

TG:  This was my final refuge after AP and BE went crazy.  The changes were usually slow, the final result realistically sexy.  That era is over.  Let me be clear:  for the social health of the global population, the trends are encouraging.  For weirdos like me who like a nice slow change into a sexy girl that is not 'realistic' by the standards of the honest-to-goodness TG community, it is disappointing.  There are a few new trends which do nothing for me but which appear here to stay.

Slow transformations of a non-medical nature.  These days, slow transformations are more stories about real-life changes on hormone therapy, etc.  Which is great that more people are feeling comfortable sharing these desires and their own personal stories.  Please don't get me wrong.  I love everyone.  I just am not interested in reading these stories. 

Normal guys and girls.  They don't exist in these stories anymore.  Either they are total assholes who are about to be punished or they have a secret desire to be a girl.  There is no middle ground. There are no more stories like Bikini Beach House Carwash.  Just an average dude slowly being changed and trying to fight back but slowly succumbing.

And the girls... they're all awful.  They either go way over the top in revenge or they are far too eager to indulge the ones who have secret desires.  As in, they bully them to accept those feelings.

Lastly, as you may have guessed, I have no desires for girls to have male equipment.  I don't find it unnatural, unholy, sickening, etc., it just does nothing for me.  But that, too, is increasing in popularity these days.

None of this is to say in old man fashion, DAMN KIDS, GET OFF MY LAWN! but just a reflection of an era that has passed.  I'm glad that people who may have felt repressed are feeling less so these days but it just doesn't reflect my level of kink.

As such, I rarely if ever find anything I care to share anymore.  Reading what we do get here is about all the things I can find that might have a chance of falling into my interests.

There we go.  If you're in the 18-30 bracket, you likely found this to be the ramblings of some old dude.  But if you're around my age, maybe you find some familiarity with what I say.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 6

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
October 6, 2015
Updated Apr. 23, 2016


When Lulu was pressed toward their bed
Excitement went straight to her head.
Though she wasn't quite ready,
Joe's insistence was steady
And, uncertainly, she was led.

She'd thought banging men was for geeps,
And Lulu looked down on those creeps.
But Joe'd lit her fire;
The flames leaped up higher
And from toes up to hair roots did sweep.

Joe had grown as hard as a rock;
The organ's touch gave Lu a shock.
His knee spread her thighs;
Like moons were her eyes
When she felt enter in his thick cock.



Friday, August 28, 2015

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 5

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
August 28, 2015
Updated Apr. 23, 2016 



Though Lu liked the clothes of a ho,
To Skip things were moving too slow.
While smooching a winner,
A stud named Paul Skinner,
He told her 'bout his B.F. Joe.

This pal was a picture-book hunk
Who could put any girl in the bunk.
Skip just couldn't wait
To get Lulu a date
With this handsome and virile skunk.

She took Lulu out the next night
To a swinging club called the Spotlight.
Paul came by not alone,
At his side was Joe Stone,
An Adonis with teeth beaming bright. 





Thursday, June 25, 2015

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 4



BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON

Updated Apr. 23, 2016


Funny thoughts filled Lulu's skull;
They told her that girls were so dull.
Male shapes filled her mind,
No relief could she find.
Of new notions her dazed mind was full.

By degree, from Skipper’s sly trick,
Lulu became a hot chick.
She grew much less testy
When folks called her chesty,

'Cause compliments gave her a kick. 


Lu grooved to each naughty girl rig
Since her vanity'd swelled very big.
She liked most of all
To be called a sweet doll;
John duty she'd started to dig.





She worked on her walk to improve it;
Men said that she really could move it.
Her waist and her bottom
Made men think of Sodom;
No one had the wish to reprove it.


She started to take her work home
And dragged through her hair a stiff comb.
She tried to look better,
Her skill wouldn’t let her,
So she went to the Salon Jerome.


Lu practiced with makeup quite hard
And all wise restraint did discard.
She loved eye-shade blue,
Crimson lipstick, too,
Like a lass on a French-type postcard.




Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Final Destination by TGFictionStv

This is actually....good....I...I don't know what to say, other than ENJOY!

"You have two minutes left and you have to score seven; three isn't
going to cut it.  You understand?" the coach shouted at his players.

"Loud and clear coach," Jesse, the star quarterback of the team said.

"This is for the championship.  We win this game; it will be part of
school history," the coach reminded them all.

"We'll get that touchdown for sure," Michael, the leading running back
said with a determined expression.

"Remember, once you get the ball you run to the outside and stop the
clock.  No one gets tackled on the field.  If you need to, throw an
incomplete pass to stop the clock," the coach continued.

"Got it coach," Steve, the leading receiver replied.

"Offensive line, protect your man," the coach added.

"We'll give him the time he needs," Frank said.  His fellow offensive
lineman and friend Will pounded his fist.

"Alright, these could be the last plays you have before you graduate.
Make them count!" the couch told them all.

"Break!" the players said and then came onto the field.

The Eagles were a High school football team in a championship game.
Many of the players were depending on this game for their college
futures.  Others hoped they would make a good play and get noticed.
Their opponents, the Wolves were similarly a tough team.

The two teams came to the line of scrimmage and got ready.  Jesse
considered the formation of the other team and thought about the play
he was supposed to play.  "Hike," he shouted.

The center placed the ball in his hand and immediately he looked for a
receiver.  He saw Steve being trailed by a corner to his left.  He
launched the ball back and threw it hard towards Steve.  Jesse waited
in tense anticipation as the ball went through the air. Steve and the
corner looked up as the ball came closer to them.  The ball was
suddenly caught, but it was....the corner.

Steve grabbed the corner but fell to the ground in a failed tackle.
Jesse gave a wide-eyed look as his pass was intercepted.  The corner
ran back along the sides for a potential touchdown the other way.
Frank and Will rushed the corner but were blocked by defensive players.
Frank hit the ground hard and Will slid on the ground and fell upon
being hit.  Michael ran after the corner but tripped and fell to the
ground.  Jesse broke his frozen stare and took action.  He ran after
the corner and dodged a block from a defensive player.  He was faster
than the corner and was nearly on him.  The corner saw Jesse and ran
faster towards the end.  Jesse gained ground and hit the corner.  The
corner went down to his knees but suddenly threw the ball behind him.
Jesse tackled the corner down to the ground but to his horror saw the
defensive player behind them with the ball.  The slow-moving defensive
player took the ball into the Endzone.

The defensive team's school exploded in applause and cheers as the
defensive player showed them the football.  Jesse simply stared in
shock.  Only a minute was left on the clock and they were now down by
twelve.  The only way they could win now is with two touchdowns.  It
would be impossible!  They would lose!

"You okay?" Michael whispered.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 3

By Christopher Leeson 


Lu's mind, sitting there, started weaving;
Something seemed wrong, no deceiving.
She touched her own bust,
Feeling such poignant lust,
And decided 'twas time to be leaving.

At the exit she met a young stripper,
One with the stage name of 'Skipper."
At the dancing bar door,
In the tight dress she wore,
The lass needed help with a zipper.

After talking the two drank a lot;
Lu paid 'cause she found Skipper hot.
The cop-girl's eyes gleamed,
Was Skip straight, as she seemed?
Lu dearly hoped she was not.


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Le Sigh

Man, it's been ages since anything good has popped up on any of the usual sites.  Anything that has been good hasn't been finished:(

I don't know, just seems like a genre that gets short shrift in the community.  Alas.  If anyone has ANYTHING they want to upload, let me know.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 2

By Christopher Leeson 
 

Lulu was slapped with probation
And given a John detail station.
Sent out with a wire 
And garbed hot as fire,
She seethed with mortification.

The whole wardrobe thing was appalling;

Those spike heels were not the most galling.
That first dress, ultra brief,

Brought the girl supreme grief.
She knew she was in the wrong calling.

It wasn't like walking a beat,

Acting the hoe on the street.
But decked out as a trick,
Lip rouge smeared on thick,
No one supposed she was the heat.



Saturday, January 3, 2015

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 1



   By Christopher Leeson



Lew Gaff was a cop on the take;
Most hookers kept clear of the snake.
He shook down the crooks, 

Kept his graft off the books,
But one evening he made a mistake.

 
Lew tried to put heat on Zhor spies,
Who looked just like pimps to his eyes.
When Gaff had them nabbed
He got needle-jabbed,
And woke up a girl half his size.

The doctors were all mystified;
Lew responded to nothing they tried.
Upon winning release,
"He" remained the police,
But assumed a false name out of pride.


Those in the the know were quite few,
So she transferred as a gal named "Lulu."
Though her temper was raw,
Cops liked what they saw,
And some got too fresh, as men do.

This girly life gave Lu distress;
Her affairs were an ongoing mess.
She liked it least well

That her figure looked swell.
Her sex one half-blind could guess.