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Saturday, April 23, 2016

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 11



BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
Apr. 23, 2016




Lulu's response, so amazing,
Had Vallant's two eyeballs both glazing.
With his vigor all spent,
To the bathroom he went,
But the vice cop's hormones were still blazing.

'Twas a fortunate perk, all this screwing,
But her mission was one worth pursuing.
She installed a device
In the crook's den of vice
To learn what his rat pack was doing.

Gaff got into bed just in time;
Just then did the bigwig of crime
Come sauntering back
Toward Lulu in the sack
To pay for sex with greenbacks prime.


It was over now, Lu's brush with hell;

She got dressed and got out, feeling swell.
The two girls met Kern,
Who debriefed each in turn,
And told them they both had done well.

The lieutenant, e'en so, felt bemused
That Lu'd let herself be abused.
She seemed no weak link;
She had grit, he did think,
And a gift horse should not be refused.

Kern called Lulu back the next day;
She replied when he asked her to stay:
"It's a charge, acting bad,"
But a condition she had --
More hookers she wanted to play.

 

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 10

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
Mar. 22, 2016

 
It was hard now to focus her plan,
Held in the arms of a man.
She gasped, full of heat,
As his lips pinched her teat.
He was coming on like the god Pan.


Moe's hugging made Lulu mere putty,
Melting and utterly slutty.
Her desire was burning,

A slave to the yearning.
Every thought in her head became muddy.
 

His technique attained Lulu's yielding,
As if the black arts he was wielding.

The cop was full in,
Succumbing to sin,
Her body electric with feeling.




Friday, February 12, 2016

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 9

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
Feb. 12, 2016
Updated Apr. 23, 2016



D-Day came for Lulu too soon;
They drove to a townhouse on Boone.

Kern was wishing her luck

While her brain said "Go suck."

She’d had to play pal with a goon.



Vallant's protection seemed tight;

His apes all looked like they could fight.

Lu and the ex-doxie,

Whose handle was Roxy,

Were led to a suite lit up bright.



Big Moe greeted Rox with a grope,

As swank as a dealer in dope.

Then with a push

And a slap on the toosh,

Sent her to his minion, called Pope.





Thursday, January 14, 2016

Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 8

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
Jan. 14, 2016
Updated Apr. 23, 2016



Lu Gaff felt humiliated,
Her lustiness couldn't be sated.
She couldn't switch off
What turned on when she'd boffed.
These craving the officer hated.

Her wanton side Lulu defied;
Her gross, gnawing needs were denied.

She cursed and she raved,
She asked God to be saved,
And desperately clutched at false pride.

She drank much and often got boozy;
Men nearby gauged her a floozy.
Their coarse offers lewd
Both flattered and soothed,
Till she dragged herself home feeling woozy. 

 

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.