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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.



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.