THE VICTIM

FRUITS OF LABOR

A GOOD CLEANSING (PART 3)

Part 1

Part 2

CALENDAR GIRL (PART 2)

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Burt scratched his bottom as he yawned.  Even though it was 9 am, it was still fairly early as he normally got up around 11 am.  He looked at Don's business card, and then up at the rather unimpressive brick building that was Donald's office. Burt's skepticism about this whole 'arrangement' was beginning to resurface...

A grey-colored sedan suddenly pulled into the area, parking beside Burt.  Don, wearing a casual, loose-fitting, blue shirt and  casual khakis, stepped out.  Lifting his sunglasses, Don smiled to greet his new client:  "Good morning!   Sorry I'm late, had to prep a few things before we get started.."

Burt shrugged, "Yeah, no big deal man.   I'm here, so that's all that matters.  So what's this bullshit about me becoming a model?"

"Good question.  Let's talk about it some more.  Get in."

Burt was puzzled.  "What did you say?  Get in?  I thought we was gonna go up to your office and..."

"This...is a special interview, kind of off-the-record, and it involves some special...preparation.  I have to take you to the place where we can, um, discuss more about your new uh, job," immediately replied Don.  "We've got a lot to do and I'll explain on the way."

Burt reluctantly nodded and waddled his heavy body over to the passenger side, squeezing in, as Don restarted the engine.  Soon the two of them were driving along the highway.

Don tossed a manila portfolio folder over to Burt's lap.  "Take a look at those."

Burt opened the manila folder, and his eyes widened at the content, which consisted of beautiful glossy photos of Abby, posing in various lingerie, swimwear, formalwear, even topless!  "Damn buddy, she's a hot piece of ass!  She your girlfriend or some shit?"

"That is Abigail Dallas," Don explained.  "until recently, she was my best model.   Gorgeous right?  And yes, she WAS my girlfriend.  We broke up not too long ago, and she ended up flaking on me on a big project I had been running, an online one.  Ever heard of the website Abigail For Sale?"

Burt shook his head.  "Man, I'm like broke.  I don't got no access to a computer.  Why, does she like model there?"

"Well...she did.  And let's just say later, she decided NOT to, for reasons I don't want to divulge."

"Shit...whatever man, your skeletons are your own damn shit.  Sorry though to hear it didn't work out with you two.  But what does all of this have to do with me?" asked Burt.

Don flashed a clever grin.  "Well I need someone to take her place...and I think you might be just the person to do so."

Burt chuckled in disbelief. "Are you fucking kidding me?  I'm not a fucking woman man.  There ain't NO way you can convince me to wear a dress and heels.  I'm not even the right body type buddy!"

Don maintained his grin.  "Maybe not, but you WILL be..."

Burt remained silent at the sedan made its way along the highway, pondering at Don's cryptic comment...

It was about 7:30 am and Abby was just completing the last lap of her early morning jog.  Dressed in a royal blue sports bra/bikini top and black yoga pants, Abby was at least relieved that she no longer had to deal with her ex-boyfriend any longer.  That offending website was now offline and Abby could focus on her burgeoning new career at Poise Magazine.  She knew that she was still a relatively new model, but Abby was determined to make a name for herself.  Poise was the big time, the first major step so that Abby could become noticed by other fashion conglomerates.

As Abby took a swig of her bottled water, she saw a slinky young blonde woman jogging towards her.  The blonde suddenly stopped, approaching Abby.  "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have an extra towel on you?"

Abby nodded and reached into her smaller exercise bag, pulling out a small cloth towel.  "Here you are.  You're lucky I keep a spare, hehe."

The blonde smiled, accepting the towel as she patted her cheeks with it to wipe off the perspiration.  "Thanks!  Wow you're really pretty!  Are you like a model or something?"

Abby silently nodded and smiled.  The blonde woman suddenly tossed the towel back to Abby, and it landed atop her face: "Think fast!"

Abby giggled, and took the towel off her head.  However, for some reason it had a weird, pungent smell, one that made her a bit nauseous.  Abby suddenly began feeling a bit woozy,  Losing her balance, she immediately collapsed on the ground.  Abby's unconscious body was soon picked up by the blonde, her bubbly expression strangely altered to an exasperated, frustrated grumble, as she effortlessly placed Abby in her black SUV, before driving away...
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After about an hour long drive, Don and Burt came to a quaint-looking residence. As the two of them exited the sedan, Burt guessed that the house was more like a mansion, maybe more than 150 years old, and surprisingly well-preserved.

"Took you long enough for you two to get here!" a grizzled, gruff voice called out.  Burt and Don looked up to see a lovely young blonde woman wearing a floral printed green pencil dress, her hands on her shapely hips.

"Oh hey Uncle Tom, sorry we're late." apologized Don.  Burt continued to stare at the young, manly sounding blonde woman, completely bedazzled.

The blonde sighed.  "Don my boy, is this fat ass gonna just stare at me all day or are we gonna get started?" she growled in that same gruff voice.

Don shrugged, trying best to stifle his laughter.   "Ignore Uncle Tom, Burt...he's a bit of an old coot, but god damn it if he doesn't has a killer set of legs!"

Uncle Tom glared at Don, lowering the hem of her dress.  "We're wasting time.  She's in the house, and I have limited time to complete the takeover ritual.  Follow me inside."

Inside the house, Burt followed Don and the shapely Uncle Tom down a set of stairs to the basement.   The three of them soon came to a large corridor which opened to what appeared to be a ceremonial chamber.   A table with a small ornate etching and accompanying candles was situated in the center, and on both sides there was a full length wooden table.  On the right table, Burt was shocked to see Abby's voluptuous body, still unconscious.

"So you found her?  I told you she always goes out for her run on Wednesday mornings." said Don.

"Yes yes yes, she was there in the park, like you said," nodded Uncle Tom, brushing away his blonde hair.  "Good thing I had this spare body to possess so I could intercept her.  The aphrodisiac I laced on the towel to knock her out is gonna wear off soon, so if we're gonna do this, we better do it now!"

Burt throughout all of this was completely terrified.  What had he gotten himself into? "Ok M-Mac," he stuttered gruffly.  "I-I don't think I'm into this shit....so I'm just gonna go..."

Don looked at Burt disapprovingly, almost panicking.  "No!  You can't go Burt...I need you for this, I don't have time to find anyone else."

"Mister, you're crazy....this whole thing is batshit crazy!"

"Burt - I'm offering you a chance at a better life," said Don.  "Have you ever had a big break in your life before? Ever been given any of the good things in life?  Do you want to go back to stealing from public places, uninvited, unwanted?  Or do you want to live the good life, young, rich, successful, and beautiful?  Sure, you'll be a woman, but just about the best-looking one out there.  You never have to worry about going hungry, no one to care for you.  You said you've been on your own all your life.  I swear to you, if you go through this, you will never be alone.  Anymore."

Burt reluctantly looked at Abby's naked body and sighed.  This did not seem right at all.  But after listening to Don's truthful words, and evaluating his own pathetic situation, the idea of being an an attractive, desirable member of the opposite sex was starting to become more and more enticing and appealing...

A SECOND DUTY CALL

Note: This is a sequel to last year's caption, Duty Calls.

HAPPY TWISTED 4TH OF JULY

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Hey everyone,

Just sending a quick message.  The blog is now in full swing, as requests, individual captions, and series are being created by myself and Zapper every day.  We have said this before but come August we will try to work on revising the layout of the blog and adding some more archives and stories as well.

In celebration of the holiday, Zapper and I have created our own patriotic-themed caps.  Enjoy, and have a Happy twisted 4th of July!

Zapper & DocVS

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CALENDAR GIRL: A TWISTED TG TALE

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"Abby darling...this isn't what it looks like!"

"Do you think I'm an idiot Don?  You have been embezzling all of my hard-earned money to finance some twisted, perverted, private porn website, featuring fake Photoshopped pictures of me!  Ughhh...Donnie how could you?"

"Believe me babe, this is all for you...the adult entertainment industry can easily boost your career tenfold.  Think about the possib..."

"I don't WANT to think about it.  The answer is 'never in a MILLION years.'  We're done here Donnie.  Consider my contract with you, terminated!"

"W-What the fuck?  You can't do that to me, you bitch!  I made you..."

"Out!  Out!  And don't ever come back or I'll call the police!"

That was about a week ago when Don had been unceremoniously dismissed from being the manager of professional glamour model Abigail Dallas.  To her disgust, Don had indeed been taking some of her modelling work without permission, manipulating and showcasing it on his website "Abigail For Sale."  It didn't take long for Abby to contact the police and seizure control of the website, blocking Don's access...

That was in itself a very big professional blow to Don's career, but Don received a personal one the next day after his argument with Abby.  He found most of his belongings in front of his small office, with a brief note from Abby: "It's OVER.  I'll send the rest of your stuff back to you later.  Have a nice life, asshole!"

Now Don was at a public social gathering, hosted by Abby's friend (and fellow model) Jessica.  Since breaking ties with Don, Abby had recently signed with Poise Magazine, a well known fashion publication famous for their tasteful glamour shots.

Don held his martini nervously as he walked out over to the garden, skipping the boring conversation inside.  Looking upwards, he suddenly spotted Abby, who was leaning against the railing, also looking pensive.  Don gritted his teeth in frustration: how could Abby do this to him?  After all he did for her?  He had been making big money from his website, but it was unfortunately funded by investors from the black market, shady investors who were VERY difficult to please.  When the site was taken offline, Don had reassured them that he could get it back up and running by summer.  However, he was running out of time.  Even if he could manage to bring the site back online, he still did not have any more new photos of Abby to Photoshop anymore, and Abby had not done any new work yet with Poise Magazine.

'If only there was a way for to find someone to take Abby's place,' Don thought.  But who???

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Don turned to walk back, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a slovenly dressed, rather obese man, sampling some food from one of the dessert trays.  The man appeared homeless, and had obviously had visited the party uninvited.  As Don watched two burly yet well-dressed guards approach the man, Don realized that this man wasn't exactly discreet about his presence…

"Hey!  W-What the hell, man?" the man yelled in a gruff, deep baritone, as the two guards lifted him by his arms.  I was just samplin' the good food.  It's a free country ain't it?  L-Let me go man!"

"Sir, you are clearly NOT part of the guest list," warned one of the guards.  "Please leave the premises now or we will be forced to escort you out.  And don’t let us catch you snacking behind our backs after we leave, or we WILL call the police, understand?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah…whatever man..” the man grumbled, as the two guards walked away.

Don took the moment to walk towards the man, who again was grabbing a plate and filling it with food.  "I couldn't help seeing and hearing your plight, buddy.”

“Yeah?” the man snapped.  “Well,I’ve been livin’ on the streets ever since I was 10 years old.   I can take care of myself just fine.  Ain’t no need for a guy like you to help a guy like me.”

“I beg to differ,” said Don.  “You look like a guy who needs ALL the help he can get.”  Don offered his hand, “I’m Donald, but you can call me Don.  What’s your name?”

The man hesitantly accepted Don’s handshake.  “Name’s Burt.”

“Pleased to meet you Burt,” smiled Don.  Donald quietly stared at Burt: Other than his stubborn streak, Don was impressed by his moxie.  He kept tilting his head, staring at Burt some more.  ‘No way,’ he thought to himself.  ‘He’s not even the right gender…but maybe…if Uncle Tom were to…no, it still wouldn’t work…or would it?”

“Um…hey man, you ok?” asked Burt, his mouth full.

“Hmmm?  Say, what if I told you I can help you out in such a way that you wouldn’t have to worry about your next meal, where to sleep, etc.?  Would you be interested?”

Burt glared at him in disbelief, raising an eyebrow, while scratching his partially bald head.

“I'm actually serious,” smiled Don, as he handed him his business card.  "I own a fairly well-known fashion management agency.  Meet me in my office next Wednesday at 9 am,, and we’ll talk shop.  I really think you have the chops to be a good model.”

Burt chuckled, “Me?  A fuckin’ model?  You’re playin’ with me right now, hehe…Ok Mac, I’ll play your game.  Next week then.”

Don nodded.  “Good, now I think you better split, as I think the guards are about to catch you again.  They’re headed this way."

“Oh shit!” exclaimed Burt.  “Thanks buddy, I’ll see you in a week!”  And with that, Burt carried his portly body slowly, lightly waddling towards the exit...

A BETTER LOOK

MAKING A SCENE

INCENTIVE

TWISTED TG FILES MINOR UPDATE: MISSED REQUESTS

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I just took a look at the Twisted TG Files e-mail account we created (twistedtgfiles@gmail.com) and just now saw the list of requests sent out over the last six months since the blog opened.  Oops!  Zapper and I were not aware that the e-mail was functioning – we thought the requests were only being sent to the Requests page.  Our sincerest apologies to all of those who used this e-mail to submit your request.  Either Zapper or myself will try to remedy the situation and intermix as many of your caption requests as we can with our current content in the next few months.  It may take some time but we’ll do our best!

Sorry about that,

DocVS

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COMING IN JULY 2016: CALENDAR GIRL: A TWISTED TG TALE

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Hi everyone,

Just another fun ad to build a little more anticipation for Calendar Girl. I am actually pretty excited about this upcoming series – it will be my longest series to date, with much of the inspiration and encouragement from other TG captioners and parties that have also attempted to tell a multi-part story.

Thanks again for the support!

DocVS

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LEGACY