My Life III By Alamsci alamsci@lycos.com I spent a month with Carly, but then her and Sylvia got sick of me so they sent me back to Tracey. I still had to be the water boy for the women's wrestling team and I'll tell you that was not too much fun either. I wasn't just the water boy I was also their dummy. Anytime one of the girls wanted to try a new move or perfect an older one she would try it on me. Carly also duck taped me to the bench for a whole night one time. The janitor let me out the next day. The summer was coming to an end and Tracey was putting the final touches on her thesis. Now, I spent my days and nights at home with Tracey. During the time I was away and throughout the summer, a summer I spent in Carly's various holds and vices, Tracey had noticeably developed. She was invariably thicker. Her neck was evidently thicker. Her shoulders seemed broader and harder. Her arms had expanded and thickened. She was not cut like Carly, but definitely packed on more muscle. Her legs were massive and represented a concentration of power. She spent too much time behind the computer to maintain her previous definition, but some more gym time was bound to bring about awesome results. Sylvia had noticed her potential and told her to start coming back to the gym after she finished up her PhD. In other words, Sylvia wanted to get Tracey ready for her first bodybuilding competition. During this time period nothing worth mentioning occurred between Tracey and I. I mean the only time she talked to me was when she wanted me to do something for her. Anyway, she finally finished up her thesis and was awaiting her graduation ceremony. She basically, finished up at the beginning of the semester so she would have to wait until December for her ceremony. In the mean time, she hit the gym daily with Sylvia. I was obviously busy with "work" and tended to do things to her satisfaction, but I still felt uneasy. I felt that she was up to something, but I could never figure out intentions or plans no matter how much I tried. As the graduation date approached our parents called and told us that they would be coming. Tracey took care of everything for them and I was in charge of all the domestic duties. I wanted to ask her about our situation, but deep down I knew I would still be "Wimpy" in front of our parents, but I did not know how they were going to react. I tried to discuss this with Tracey, but she told me to shut up and do as I was told. The day finally came. Our parents were to drive up and spend a few nights in a near by hotel. They called when they arrived at the hotel and said that they would be right over. The reader must remember that the parents haven't seen either Tracey or Brock in a while. When the doorbell rang Tracey opened the door in a sleeveless black shirt and black khakis. We greeted each other with heart-filled embraces and kisses. When Tracey came to hug her dad he said, "Wow girl you've changed." "Don't worry dad as long as your good, these muscles won't hurt ya." She then proceeded to playfully lift him off the ground in tender bear hug. We then headed to the living room where I sat between the two moms and Tracey sat between the two fathers. Then, unexpectedly, my father asked Tracey to flex for him. She gladly flexed both of her arms to the delight of the two men, who lusciously began to caress her biceps and helplessly try to dent them. The two ladies began to laugh and tease their husbands. "Well, don't you too ever think about treating us badly, we'll just have to give Tracey a call and then well... then it's up to her HA!HA!" "Can one of you get me something to drink?" Her father inquired. "Sure dad, Wimpy why don't you go get everyone a drink!" An awkward silence came about. "Wimpy??? Why do you call my son wimpy!" My father asked. "Oh it's a long story I'm going to have to discuss it with you all, maybe another time" Tracy contemptuously stated. "No, hon, I think now is a real good time, we're all here and I don't think you degrading Brock like that can wait any longer." Her mother surprisingly blurted. "All right then, let's wait until wimpy gets back." She sarcastically put in. When I got back Tracey mockingly gazed at me and asked "They want to know why I call you wimpy? Do you want to tell them or should I do the honors?" Without waiting for an answer she blurted, "He's not man enough to tell you so I will. You see when Wimpy moved in with me I thought he had matured and become a man. I mean I've been taking care of this spineless boy for the longest time and as the years moved a long he started becoming a complete flake. His reliance on me began to sicken me. If he needed advice from time to time or a little help, well that's no problem, but he couldn't do a thing on his own. One night he came home drunk and reeking of cigarette smoke. To me that was the straw that broke the camel's back. All I had done for this sissy hadn't amounted to anything. So I decided to turn him into my slave." My father could not believe what he was hearing. "Now you listen to me young la.." "No, you shut the fuck up and listen to me!" She yelled, quickly stood up and faced my father, who hesitantly got up. "Now, now that's no way to talk to me, I'm like a fat.." He stopped because Tracey stuck her index finger into his chest and angrily stared at him. "Look you don't know how it's like, I've spent more time with wimpy than the all of you and now your telling me how treat him!" "Why you little bit..." Before he finished Tracey viciously punched him in the gut. He doubled over and fell to the ground. "Don't every talk to me like that again. Is that understood?!" "Ye..."' "I can't hear you?" She bellowed "Yes, yes." he submissively let out. Her father stood up and timidly expressed, "Hon, you can't just hit my best friend like that." "Oh really dad, what are you gonna do? Spank me" "Your way out of line young girl." Without facing him she wrapped her arm around his neck and then applied a merciless headlock. I heard my Mom exclaim, "Look at how big her muscles are, I'm glad I didn't butt in." Her mother couldn't take her eyes of her daughter, who was confidently grinding her father's head into her side, but she managed to remark, "You know... I don't know." My mom then turned to me and said, "Son, you've always been dependent on her. I think being her slave is better than having her beat you. Besides, I never thought you'd manage without her anyway, but I never brought it up." She glanced at me with sad eyes and then averted her attention back to Tracey. After grinding her father's head for a bit longer she let go, but speedily twisted his right arm behind his back, grabbed his hair and then proceeded to slam his face into the wall. We could hear her whisper, "Don't fuck with me, I'm in charge now." She left the two men on the ground and sat down with her mother and mine to chat. I was ordered to go to the kitchen. As the two men started getting up Tracey turned to them and smiled sternly, "Why don't you two go for a walk. We don't want any interruptions." "Can...we take Wimpy with us." Her father uttered "Fat chance, he's got some work to take care of, bye now." The two men scurried out the door. "Honey, you've gotten a lot bigger and I can't help but notice that your looking more like a bodybuilder." Her mom timidly remarked. "Actually, I'm planning on entering my first competition some time next year. I've been training with a former bodybuilder. She's great. She should be here any minute. "I knew you two would either be too scared to say anything about the way I've developed and blindly support me or maybe like the way I've developed, but stay quiet about it anyway. I mean I feel great nowadays. I feel better all around and I have an added confidence now, which is indescribable. If you hit the gym you may glimpse it. Simply put, I'm really motivated and happy." "You know hon, it's a little of both. Your mother and I both grew up in old-fashioned households so we're a bit skeptical yet happy that you are playing to your own tune." The doorbell rang. "That must be Sylvia and Carly. Wimpy why don't you march your fat ass to the door and let Sylvia in..." She continued, " Look I know everything seems strange to you. I'm sure you don't appreciate seeing your son under my complete control, but he really didn't leave me any other choice." "Tracey, I didn't imagine things would get to this, but I've always know that he couldn't hack it on his own. Do what you feel is best, Tracey..." At this moment Sylvia and Carly walked in. The three young ladies averted their attention to the door where I greeted Sylvia and Carly. Sylvia looked at me non-chalantly, just put her hand through my hair and then firmly gripped my neck and sarcastically said, "Once a chicken neck always a chicken neck." She then proceeded towards Tracey and the other two ladies. Carly stuck her hand out and said, "Put here Wimpy, long time no see, I haven't squeezed you in a while." I stuck my hand out. We clasped each other's hands and then she began to squeeze. She proceeded to twist my arm behind my back, grab me by the hair and slam my face into the closed door. "Did you miss me little boy! I really missed the old days when you, you used to spend the night over at our house. She let go of my hair and shoved her thick forearm into the back of my neck. "Hey, Carly why don't you come over here and say hi to my Mom and Wimpy's mom." Stated Tracey with a smile on her face. "OOPS! I di" She said as she slowly began releasing her hold. "Oh it's okay girl she knows what's going on." Said Tracey "Oh, why didn't you say so." She said as she reapplied her grip on my arm and dragged me towards my mother. When she came to greet my mom she shyly remarked, "I feel a bit awkward twisting your son's arm in front of you. I mean he's about to start crying and you're here. Any way I'm glad it's just a little twist. I'll promise to take it easy on him when you're around." "Ladies I understand that my boy is a wimp and I can't do a thing about it, but I entreat you not to tear him apart." The ladies seemed a bit embarrassed so Carly let go of my arm and Sylvia began congratulating the two Moms on Tracey's graduation. The ladies went on to enjoy the rest of the evening together. They didn't stay up too late since the following day was to be the graduation ceremony. The next day we all headed off to the stadium for Tracey's graduation. I was ordered to sit between Sylvia and Carly. As we walked into the heated stadium we all took off our coats. The two muscular women were pleasantly conspicuous, but so was my pink shirt and white pants, which I was ordered to wear. Carly put her muscular arm around my scrawny neck, held me tightly and then began to tickle my gut with her firm hand as I uncontrollably laughed and cried in grip through out the ceremony.