GHOST OF A CHANCE  Part 2 
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Brad had never been so sore after sex in his life. It was all he could do to
get up and go to work in the morning while Katie seemed just fine ... well
almost just fine. Brad had loved his night of spirited sex, but it wasn't
something that he'd experienced before, especially not with Katie. She'd
always been passionate in bed, and she'd gotten more experimental after
building her body up, but last night was different. It was almost like Katie
had become a different woman in bed.

While it would take a little while for Brad to fully recover from the night
before, Alva still wanted more. Men in this time were willing to do things
that men back in her day wouldn't have even considered, but Alva wasn't going
to limit herself to things that men wanted or not wanted. This new life was
about what she wanted, and she wanted to put this body to a true test. There
was no better way than to test it against a man, to prove how strong she was
and how weak he was. Luckily for Alva she didn't have to go far to find her
target, because she'd yet to master the finer points of driving.

Ed Jones was ecstatic when he went to the window and saw Katie working out
down in the basement again, after taking a few days off. The health scare,
whatever it had been, was behind her and she went at those weights with a
vengeance. Ed would set up in a chair, next to his window and wait for the
workout like a television show. He could set his watch to Katie's workouts,
and by the end of them she'd be near tears with exhaustion, but to Ed's joy,
whenever it seemed like she had nothing else left, she's lift more and more
weight. Even though he was in a different house, he could almost hear the
steel frames of her exercise machines groaning under the strain as Katie
pumped her muscles until she was shredded from top to bottom and front and
back. Ed would get beads of sweat as he pleasured himself to her exertions.

He set up in the room this afternoon with a semi-erection already and Katie
hadn't even gotten started. The best thing about today was that Ed's wife was
gone with friends so he'd get to watch all of Katie's sweaty workout in peace.
The only problem was that she was a little late getting started. Ed mentally
explained it away. Perhaps she'd had to work late or had gotten caught in
traffic. After a few more minutes though, Ed started feeling angry and cheated
when he realized that Katie might not be working out this afternoon. He'd have
to wait to get his fix off of his smoking hot neighbor. He let out a sigh just
as the doorbell rang. He waited a moment thinking that his wife was going to
answer the door, but he remembered that she was gone. She'd taken to spending
more and more time out of the house lately and that was just fine with him.
"Just a moment!", he called when the bell ding-donged again. "Who is it?", he
asked.

"I've got a delivery for you", a purposely muffled female voice said.

Ed didn't remember ordering anything, but he opened the door and smiled
broadly. "Katie, hello." He managed to hide his madding lust for her in his
voice. It helped that she was wearing a big shapeless dress that hid most of
her body from him. "Did you get a package for me by mistake?"

"No, nothing like that", Alva said while eyeing a confused Ed through her
lashes. Suddenly she shoved Ed square in his chest sending him back-pedalling
until he slipped on the rug ending up on his butt.

"Wha ... what's going on here!", he demanded. Alva stepped into the home that
had sat on the spot where her carriage house used to be and closed the door
behind her.

"Ed, Ed, Ed. Did you really think I didn't notice you umm ... enjoying
yourself during my workouts?" The middle aged man's face turned bright red.
"How many times have you jerked off to my muscles? Twenty times? Fifty times?
A hundred?", she asked as she stepped towards him. "Either way it doesn't
matter. You've had all the fun until now. It's my turn for some enjoyment at
your expense."

"You look here", Ed said while trying to get up, but Alva kicked off the
sandals and pushed Ed down with her foot. He tried to speak again, but his
words caught in his throat as Alva reached behind her head and pulled loose
Katie's blonde mane. She'd convinced Katie to grow it out longer, and while it
still wasn't long enough, Alva liked it. Ed seemed to love it. His
semi-erection was already returning, but then Alva grabbed the dress at the
neck and pulled. Her triceps and lats blossomed as she tore the dress in two,
revealing her naked body beneath. Despite his lingering confusion, Ed got a
hardon like he hadn't gotten in thirty years. Alva smiled down at him and
stepped out of the destroyed dress.

"Look Katie, about that peeping stuff, I can explain!"

"Uh huh, I bet you can", she said as she reached down and grabbed Ed by the
waistband of his pants. She let out a short sharp breath before her muscles
burst to life as she lifted 240 pound off the floor like he was a sack of
groceries. His nice leather belt held as Alva gripped the waistband like a
curl bar. "Let's see if these biceps are up to the challenge."

She lowered Ed down and his quickly stood up on his own two feet, but this
wasn't what Alva wanted. She moved one hand from his waist and gripped his
iron hard cock and his balls. Iron was plenty hard, but not hard enough. Ed
squealed and tried to pull away when Alva's fingers tightened around his
genitals.

"Katie please!"

She loosened her grip and looked him in the eyes. "We're going to have some
fun!" Her lips smiled, but her eyes didn't. "Call me Alva for our little game,
and you'll be James. Do you understand?" Her fingers tightened on Ed's crotch
again and he nodded. "Alright James, do what I say and I might not hurt you.
Now, you're going to help me see how strong these biceps are ... aren't you?"
Her forearms rippled and Ed got weak in the knees. He nodded quickly and
Alva's smile broadened.

Alva gripped Ed by the pants again and lowered him down. This time he kept his
legs bent and let himself swing in Alva's grasp down as low as he could go.
Then with wide eyes he watched the monstrous biceps rise as she started the
first rep. Even on a woman who could have stepped onto a physique stage and
stole the show, Katie's biceps were stupendous. They were thick and ripe like
an off season bodybuilder while being as shredded as humanly possible. It
wasn't just her biceps that expanded. Her pecs and delts and traps all flexed
as she curled Ed once, then twice, and then a third and fourth time. Instead
of getting tired though, she seemed to be getting stronger. She'd just worked
up a sweat when she allowed Ed to stand up. He couldn't take his eyes off of
her body. She was pure muscle from head to toe, but when he looked at her
neatly trimmed blonde bush, she slapped him in the back of the head.

"You're not heavy enough. Go get something heavy you can hold." Ed just stood
there staring so Alva slapped him again. "Now James!", she screamed and Ed
went running into another room. "You better hurry before I get angry!" She
strolled behind him at a leisurely pace making sure he didn't try and escape,
but instead he got on his hands and knees and started rifling through a
closet.

"There", he said to himself while he frantically threw stuff out of the way to
reveal a forty-five pound dumbbell. "I had these for years, but I never really
used them."

Alva snatched the dumbbell from the floor and looked into the closet. "Bring
out the other one I see back there." Ed grunted and huffed a little and slid
the other one out of the closet and waited for Alva to pick it up, only she
did the opposite and put the other dumbbell down. "Pick them up", she ordered
and Ed hesitated. It had been tiring just to get them out of the closet, but
he didn't want to get slapped again so he did as he was told. His hands shook
a little as he held the weights down by his sides, but his new mistresses
seemed satisfied enough. She walked up and gripped Ed's waistband again. He
thought her muscles had shot up earlier, but he hadn't even seen a flex yet.

Alva's eyes narrowed and her body throbbed with an increasing pump as she
curled Ed plus the new weight off the floor. "Oh, that's a little better." She
lowered him for another rep. "You had no idea I was this strong did you? Well
nobody knows, yet ... but they will. Brad doesn't even know. So count yourself
lucky. The first witness to my big reveal. I am so damned strong!", she
exclaimed, as the first trickle of girl juice mixed with sweat and ran down
her leg. "Oh yes! I need more!", Alva exclaimed. These muscles were only
getting warmed up. Alva sped up the pace, curling Ed faster and faster. A
little growl escaped her lips as she curled him, but another sound reached her
ears too. The overburdened belt leather squeaked and creaked in the moment
before it ripped in two.

Ed and his 90 pounds of weight crashed to the floor. Alva threw down the piece
of belt and pants that she was holding while Ed tried in vain to keep himself
covered with his ripped up pants. Alva didn't care. "These muscles aren't even
warmed up yet!", she exclaimed and looked around before rushing into the
kitchen. Ed stumbled behind her as Alva rushed around the kitchen island to
the biggest thing in the room, the refrigerator. She wrapped her arms around
the stainless steel appliance and bent down slightly. Ed wanted to stop her,
but he was memorized by the machine like precision of her flexing muscles.
"Come on ... come on", she murrmered before powering up and lifting the entire
refrigerator and its contents off the floor.

Striations shot up and down her back. Her lats and traps and glutes were
harder than petrified wood as she lifted hundreds of pounds off the floor.
"Please stop!", Ed yelled when he came to his senses, but Alva just growled
and lifted it higher. All the stuff inside shifted and slammed into the
corner, pressing more weight against her. Alva loved it.

"Please Katie, put it down. It's not funny any more!"

"I said call me Alva!", she growled and shook the fridge just to see Ed squirm
and to feel the jars and jugs shift. "I could crush this damned thing", she
declared.

"Stop it. Katie, or Alva or whatever the hell you want to me to call you.
You're strong for a woman, but you're not that strong."

Those words were like a bomb going off inside Alva's head. She hadn't known
exactly what she planned to do after coming over here, but now she did. She
sucked in a big breath, making her already impressive chest even bigger. She
squinted her eyes and squeezed with everything she had. In truth, she expected
he solidly built refrigerator to put up more of a fight. The sides crumpled
immediately and the doors creased where her arm went across them, but they
couldn't open since she was holding both of them closed. Alva's pecs grew
denser and thicker and harder as she squeezed her arms together while her
quads and calves stood at full flex. Sweat rolled down her otherworldly back
and splashed against that concaved ass.

Ed watched his fridge get smaller and smaller around the middle as Alva/Katie
walked her fingers along the sides getting them closer and closer by the
second, until finally they touched around the back. Alva's pussy leaked
non-stop now, coating the floor beneath her like the sauces and condiments
from the broken containers inside the refrigerator were. Alva felt like she
could have used her arms to slice that fridge in two, but she sat it back onto
the floor and stepped back to admire her work. Finally she seemed to be
breathing a little faster. As she looked on, Alva knew that she'd gotten
luckier than she could have believed. Katie's body was so far superior than
her own body had been that it didn't bear the comparison. Alva had thought her
muscles were mighty, but as she lifted her arms and flexed her mighty biceps
she felt strength like never before.

"What have you done!!", Ed screamed.

"I've just gotten started", Alva told him and turned to the thousand pound
custom made brick island. She drew her fist back and punched a brick. A little
crack ran along the face of the brick, and the impact hurt, but that didn't
stop Alva from punching it again and again and again until the kitchen shook
like someone was using a jack hammer. Finally when she'd made two holes, Alva
slipped her hands into the gaps and lifted.

Cords stood out on Alva's neck while throbbing veins and arteries branched
across the flexing, straining, bulging facets of her body from her forehead to
the tops of her bare feet. The reinforced floor beneath her sagged. Loud pops
and cracks made it sound like the house was coming down around them, but then
the kitchen island begin to rise. "Oh hell yes!", Alva screamed and redoubled
her efforts.

Ed was too shocked to utter a sound. Sparks flew as Alva's arms pulled wires
loose and then water shot out of sheared pipes, but still she lifted. Finally
when she had the entire island hanging from her arms, Ed's cock could take no
more. He shot his load all the way across the kitchen with spurts blasting
Alva right in the center of her unreal chest. "That's it", she said as Ed held
onto the doorway for support after the most powerful orgasm of his life. His
chin sank to his chest as he tried to catch his breath, but that wasn't in
Alva's plans.

"Look at me, James!", she declared and Ed's head shot up. "That cock better
get hard again", she warned and Ed got nervous. Alva's eyes were just slits
now as she held more than half a ton in her arms, but she seemed to be doing
something else. Straining more as if what she was doing wasn't already
impossible. Then she threw her arms apart and ripped the island to pieces,
throwing bricks and concrete everywhere. Ed's cock couldn't help but obey. He
came again with even more force than the first time. He was still in the midst
of his second orgasm in as many minutes when Alva came towards him.

She looked more beast than human as she gripped him under his arms and lifted
him high over her head just to bang him into the wall. He grunted and she
banged him again. Then she dropped him to the floor, knocking the wind from
his lungs. Ed tried to crawl way, but Alva grabbed him by the head, stepped
over him and pressed his face to her pussy. Her hips began to buck, making her
abs, hip flexors, and glutes flex rhythmically while she fucked his face. She
sped up, enjoying the gurgling sounds of struggle as Ed both nearly drowned on
her never ending juices and suffocated from being pressed to her crotch at the
same time.

She pressed her legs against the sides of his head and cross her ankles,
holding him as firmly in place as if he'd been in a vice. "Oh yeah!", she
squealed while fucking Ed's face. "Oh Yeeaaaahhhh!" Her orgasm hit and filled
Ed's mouth with girl spunk. He had to swallow it as fast as he could to have
any chance at surviving, if she didn't crush his skull with her thighs first.
After more than a minute without air, Alva opened her legs and let Ed splash
to the floor. Alva rubbed her still tingling pussy before looking around at
the destruction she'd already caused and getting hot all over again, as if her
just finished orgasm had never happened.

"Still think I'm not strong enough!?!", she yelled down to a barely conscious
Ed then flexed her biceps in his face. They were so strong and so hard that
she couldn't resist them either. She pulled her right arm to her face and
licked the peak, worshipping it with her tongue for a while before switching
to the other arm. She flexed her triceps and traced the shape with her finger
before switching to her abs, tracing those deeply etched groves down, down,
down until her finger brushed against her engorged clit. Alva bit her bottom
lip and thrust two fingers into her once again dripping cunt.

"Oh it's so sloppy", she said and pounded herself harder. "I love it!"

While Alva was getting lost in pleasure, Ed had crawled from beneath her and
was making a break for it. "Where are you going?", she yelled and bounded
after him. Ed attempted to run, but knew he couldn't outrun Katie, so he
decided to end this. He quickly reached down and gripped a forty-five pound
dumbbell. He didn't know if Katie saw him or not, but he didn't care. He held
the handle in both hands and swung it as she got closer. He stepped to the
side, lifting it as high as his feeble muscles could knowing that he couldn't
miss.

Alva hadn't seen the weight in Ed's hands until the last moment, but it was
too late to avoid him now. Ed yelled with fury and slammed the weight into the
pit of Alva's stomach. It sounded like he'd hit a tree trunk instead of a
human. The weight THUNKED against Alva's tensed abs and knocked her back a few
steps.

Alva looked down at the angry red spot on her skin waiting for the rest of the
pain to make its way to her brain, but it didn't come. She felt the impact to
be sure, but it hadn't really hurt. She marvelled at the job Katie had done
building up this amazing body, and then laughed right in Ed's face. Ed pulled
back and slammed the weight right in the same spot hoping to catch her, but
this time the weight shook so hard that it fell from his hand. The blow hurt
worse, but it was all on the surface. The muscle beneath was unscathed by Ed's
weak attack. "You're pathetic!", she yelled.

Ed pulled back his fist and slammed a punch to the side of Alva's head.

The blow knocked Alva to the side and brought back some old memories that Ed
would wish he'd left buried along with her. Alva's last laugh was echoing
through the house when Ed hit her again. He thought he was making some
headway, so he took the moment to pick the weight up again. The two punches
had already hurt his hands. He spun all the way around, gaining speed, using
the weight like a battering ram, bashing the metal dumbbell into Alva's chest.
There was a loud SMACK then the weight pressed deeply into Alva's big tits
until the momentum stopped cold, like it had hit an armored vault. Alva's face
was a mask of fury and lust as she glared at Ed, allowing the pain to wash
through her. The fear on his face made her pussy leak all over again. She
knocked the weight from his hand then grabbed him by the head.

"Katie ... please!", he begged, but her face turned unrecognizably mean.

"I told you JAMES! Call me Alva!", she screamed and threw Ed into the wall so
hard that the wallboard cracked from the floor to the ceiling. Air whooshed
from Ed's lungs and he rolled onto his side unable to speak or defend himself.
Alva didn't care. Now it was time to hurt him.

Brad arrived home just as the fire trucks and police were leaving the
neighbor's house. "What happened?", he asked as he came through the door and
tossed his keys to the bowl on the table.

"You mean next door?", Alva called from the other room.

"Yeah. It looked like there was a fire."

"A gas explosion in the kitchen I was told", Alva lied.

Brad let out a sigh as he retrieved a beer from the fridge. "I hope Mr. Jones
was okay."

"He suffered some injuries from the explosion, broken bones and such", Alva
informed her 'husband' although none of those injuries had come from the
explosion that she'd rigged after having her way with Ed for several hours.
She didn't think that Brad noticed anything in her tone at all. She thought
that she'd sounded just like Katie, but Brad wondered why his wife sounded so
matter of fact about something like that. Katie was the type of woman who
would have gone to the hospital to check on Mrs. Jones even if they'd barely
met. Katie was the type of person who would have baked them a pie, but now
there she was lounging with a magazine.

That was just the first strange thing Brad noticed as time passed. She took
keen interest in the construction crews working on the Jones' house, while Mr.
Jones did everything he could to avoid Katie. She looked like she loved every
second of it, but as the days went on Katie seemed happy less and less. Not
even the little jokes that had always bailed Brad out of rough spots with his
wife fell flat.

"Come on sweetheart", Brad called one afternoon after taking a day off from
work to see if he could do something nice to make Katie smile. "We need to
talk." She walked down the steps in her revealing workout gear that showed off
how capped her shoulders had become and how shapely her arms were even when
they weren't flexed at all. Her beautiful face though was in a perpetual scowl
though that remained as she approached Brad.

"You're just going to keep walking!", he exclaimed as she smirked and
continued to the door. Brad leaned forward and grabbed his wife's arm, having
momentarily forgotten just how impossibly hard they were, and she wasn't even
flexing. "You can't just go like that."

Katie's face made Brad's heart start to pound. "Let go of me. If I had
anything to say to you I would", Alva replied.

Brad frowned but maintained his grip. "If I've done something wrong, why don't
you just talk about it instead of punishing me for it?"

Alva laughed and turned to face Brad. "Punish you? For what? You're a fucking
ant, a bug that I could squash whenever I wanted. You're lucky I've been
ignoring you all this time. You amuse me, but you know what ... maybe I should
punish you", she growled and grabbed Brad's arm, squeezing him harder than he
could have squeezed her. "Maybe you should get a real lesson", she threatened
and then laughed again when she mistook Brad's expression of surprise for one
of fear. She grabbed Brad by the shirt and brought him close. He watched her
biceps tremble and rise as they began to flex, but instead her arm just
started to shake. Brad knew it wasn't from his weight. Her face turned angry
and then she growled, and for an instant he thought he saw Katie's blue eyes
flash green. She blinked before he was able to look again, but by then she'd
release him.

"Why don't you have dinner ready for me when I get home", Alva told Brad just
before walking out the door, and for a moment he just stood there because his
brain was screaming that something was wrong. Katie had just asked him to cook
a meal, and normally Katie would never have done that, not because she was
such a dedicated home-maker that she wanted to cook every meal, but because
Katie HATED Brad's cooking. Normally Katie couldn't bare more than a couple of
forkfulls of Brian's cooking, but after her workout there was sitting across
from Brad cleaning her plate. Brad's heart sank in a way that he couldn't even
describe because he might be looking at his wife on the outside, but somehow
the woman sitting across from him wasn't his wife on the inside.

Brad waited patiently after ringing the doorbell, hearing the shuffling from
the other side of door. This time though Ed Jones didn't have to ask who was
at his door, he could look through the peep hole that he'd had installed after
Katie's attack. He would have moved altogether if he'd had the money lined up.
"Mr. Jones I know you're there. Can we talk?"

"I've got nothing to say to you. Leave my property before I call the cops!"

Brad let out a sigh and looked around before turning back to the door. "Please
Mr. Jones. I know it was Katie who did this stuff to you and to your home. I
want to help her, but I can't if I don't know what really happened". Brad
could almost feel Ed Jones' apprehension, but eventually he opened the door.

He had healed up pretty well from the broken bones, torn ligaments, and
bruises, but he still had little bit of a limp from what she'd done. Brad made
Ed a cup of tea in the newly re-redone kitchen and listened. "So you admit
that you'd been eyeing my wife while she worked out?", a red faced Brad said
while trying to control his anger.

Ed nodded. "Look your wife's hot, and she's only gotten hotter. I never scored
much even when I was young and me and my wife don't ... well look I told her I
was sorry and I am. I'm ashamed to tell the truth." Brad listened while Ed
told the rest of his tale, about how Katie had crushed his fridge and had
ripped a half ton island right off the floor then blasted it apart. Part of
Brad was completely turned on.

"You know the weirdest part of the whole thing?"

"Weirdest?", Brad asked with a raised eyebrow as if this story could get
stranger.

"She wanted me to call her Alva and she called me James", Ed explained.

"Alva and James", Brad echoed. He'd heard those names somewhere. "Thank you
Mr. Jones. I better go."

"Yeah before your Katie catches you in here. She'll be home soon you know."

"That's not my Katie", Brad said back quickly. "But I'm going to get my Katie
back."

Ed let out a sigh. "I wish you luck."

"Yeah", Brad said as he headed out. "You just make sure you lock your door."

Ed scoffed. "I got a special security door installed after Katie ... well her
visit, but to tell you the truth. I don't know if it would keep her out
anyway."

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