The Phantom Muscle
By Dark Phoenix
Female muscle and strength from beyond the grave

Comments? Criticisms? - Email me after you've finished reading! Feedback is most appreciated: thedarkphoenix2008@yahoo.com

***DISCLAIMER***
This story is adult oriented. It is not suitable for anyone under 21. If you are NOT into female muscle growth, superhuman strength, violence, and intense sexual themes, then this story is not for you. But if you ARE into those things, then read on.

***NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR***
This is one of the many off-the-wall ideas that popped into my head while I was doing that really long story, "Symbiosis". At the time, I could only jot it down under my ideas section and move on. Heck, many of my stories thus far are still considered "in progress". And even though "My Super Android Girlfriend" is one of those continuing stories, I had the urge to jump on this idea after I completed part 3 so there's really no reason why I can't put the other one on hold temporarily. My mistake with Symbiosis was my insistence of doing it in its entirety before releasing it. You saw how long that took. I now release them like episodes in a TV series, it wouldn't make sense to release them all at once, not as long as each chapter is.

I wanted to touch base on this story. It's a short story. There's elements of the paranormal intertwined. And let's make one thing clear, I am not that good at classic ghost stories. It's more like a muscle-themed sex bomb laced with spooky. I found myself writing myself into a corner wondering how to progress the story. In the end, it became a short story, and that's fine. I didn't want to get too deep into this one anyway. I wanted to get to the good stuff, but not so ridiculously fast that it lacks any substance at all. All good stories have got to have some substance. So in short, this one (in my own opinion) probably could've been better. But hey, I'll let YOU be the real judge of that. So if you like this story, let me know, please? So sorry this one took longer than usual to be released.

Oh and by the way, bonus points to anyone who can guess what the title is a play on.

So here's a new one from the idea bin. And don't worry, MSAG will continue...

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-30 years ago-

She lay there in bed, victim of a radical new virus that attacks the heart. She was in the prime of her youth; mid twenties. She had awards lining her shelves, nearly all of them were 1st place. She was one of the most gifted female bodybuilders ever. She had it all: highly defined muscle mass, great strength, and feminine beauty all rolled into one perfect package. For someone of her stature, such a person would be on top of the world. But she didn't have everything. There was one thing missing from her life, and that was love. No man would date her, much less make love to her. Her musculature intimidated all the guys that she met. And now at the end, she is left with regret and sorrow.

She wished to spend her final days at her home. All her weight lifting equipment sat in the basement. It was what she used most of the time when she wasn't at the gym. She trained, even during the off-season, honing her body to perfection. It was a feat she was proud of and was determined to maintain. But now she lay in her bed, tears streaming down her face. She wished it were all a nightmare that she could wake up from. Her mother stood by her side, holding her hand. She was the only one who was able to accept her decision to be a hardcore bodybuilder. The rest of her family wanted to see her put her smarts to better use in a profession more suitable. But she wouldn't listen. As the virus took its toll on her, her mother cried as she watched the life leave her daughter's eyes.

Her funeral was carried out in private. Her mother of course was there. But no one else of her family came or was able to come. A few friends and fellow female bodybuilders who were close friends with her attended. They offered their condolences and said some final words to their friend. They doubted there would ever be another who could reach the level she did without any steroid use. She was a rare type indeed.

Her house was stripped of all her possessions as they would be offered to her immediate family. What remained was an empty shell that would become home to future tenants. But what a select few came to discover was that the house wasn't completely empty...

-Present Day-

William Lloyd, or Will for short, was a lawyer who worked for a law firm. He was content with his job and made a good living off of it. A recent string of case wins propelled his business to great financial success. He decided that the time was right to move into a new home. You see, Will's personal life was a lot different from his professional one. He was in his upper twenties, but to this day, remained single. As successful as he was, he was never good with the ladies. He had some rather unique tastes in women, but he found it hard to meet his type of girl. And whenever he did, he found out to his embarrassment that they were already seeing someone or already married. And as such, he was often lonely and it plagued him, especially when he was alone with his thoughts.

Will took his time searching for a new home to call his own until finally one seemed to beckon him. After taking a tour, the representative took him aside.

"There's something else I need to tell you though. It's not something I'm really allowed to say; but with the number of people who came and went, I think it's only right that someone actually warn you of what kind of house you're getting yourself into." he was saying.

After a pause in which it seemed he was lost in thought, Will's curiosity had gotten the best of him, "Well what is it? I'm not going to say anything to anyone. If there's something I should know, please tell me."

Finally, the representative relented, "Well, the former tenants have complained about the house being haunted. And I'm not talking about about a few unknown sounds, I'm talking things getting moved around, big things. It got to the point where they would move out as a result. While I hope this doesn't deter you from moving in, I didn't want this to lead to you moving out so soon."

Will thought about this for a moment. He never had any interaction with such phenomenon before. But that didn't mean he had an open mind.

"It may just be peoples' imaginations. But I really like this house, and I want to proceed with moving in." Will said.

The representative went back into his official business posture, "Very well then, it's a pleasure to have you as the new owner. We'll get the papers drawn up so we can finalize the deal. Good luck in your success!"

"Yeah, good luck indeed." Will said more to himself as he once again studied the home into which he'd be its newest resident. While he didn't have any active interest in haunted houses, he was understandably nervous about what he may be getting himself into. He had never had such problems, and he was pretty sure this would be no difference and wasn't gonna let it deter him.

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The papers have been signed, the preperations have been made, and everything is set. With Will the new owner of the house, he had begun to move everything in. He has taken pride in his athletic physique. He was capable of impressive lifting and though he could easily afford to hire movers, he always tried to live more meagerly than most people of similar wealth. He wasn't a materialistic person. In fact, he only keeps stuff that he uses at least semi-regularly. For example: His TV, furniture, a weightlifting set he uses to workout at home, and his car among other things.

One of the last things to be brought in was his weight set. Because of how heavy the whole thing was, he had to take it inside piece by piece. As he was getting to the larger plates, he came back to notice something odd. He was halfway through bringing them in when he could swear that one was missing. This puzzled him because he was certain that he got them all. He was too excited about his new home to care much about it so he let it slide for the time being.

That night, he had a really good dream. He dreamed that he was by himself standing in the front row in front of a stage. Then a woman appeared. The sight of her drove him wild. She was so muscular and beautiful. She didn't seem to notice him and as she took center stage, began flexing her muscles in succession. Her arms looked huge, at least twenty inches or so, and she wasn't even flexing them yet. She put her hands behind her head as she flexed a really defined 8-pack of abs. Veins lined them randomly as they bulged so incredibly that they had some pretty deep grooves between them. She then began to flex her legs and let me tell you, those thighs were like steel pillars. Her calves were so firm and so detailed, he could see veins in them as well. She turned around, moved her hair out of the way, and began flexing her back which was jam packed with convoluted muscle. Will could feel himself getting a serious hard-on watching this. Her glutes were so tight, yet so round. Wow, what a fine ass she had! When she turned around to face forward again, she went into a crab flex as her arms swelled into what definitely seemed like twenty plus inches of rock solid biceps and triceps. He could see a huge vein bee-lining across her peak along with a few smaller veins hugging the sides. She seemed to be putting a lot of effort into that flex as he could see her gritting her teeth. Her hulking arms seemed to swell a tad bit more with the effort as more definition forced its way into those pythons. Finally, she put her left hand on her hip and with her right, flexed her right bicep into nearly twenty-five inches of arousingly massive muscle!

Will was frozen in place by the sight of her. She was every bit the woman that he desired. And it felt so real being there. Then for the first time, her gaze met his and for a moment, she smiled seductively at him as she reached down and grabbed him by his shirt with one hand and lifted him into the air until his feet were dangling. She continued to smile as she winked up at him and with her other hand, flexed her bicep again. Will reached out and felt her peak and suddenly, a surge of sexual pleasure coursed through him. Next thing he knew, he woke up sweating. The image of that goddess of a woman was still fresh in his mind. The feeling of her amazingly hard bicep left a residual feeling of arousal in him. He felt something down in his groin and looked down and saw to his embarrassment that he had a nocturnal emission in his sleep. He wondered who that might have been.

Morning had come and it was his day off. He lay there in a daze thinking about that vivid dream. She seemed so real and convincing. He finally shook it off and got up. He stepped down on something that almost made him lose his balance. He freaked out when he saw that the missing weight plate was laying on the floor beside the bed. He picked it up and wondered how it got there. Someone else had to have set it there. But then an atypical thought occured to him. What if...she? It couldn't be possible. He took the plate downstairs and placed it with the rest of the weights. After having breakfast, he had a sudden urge to go ahead and lift some weights himself. After several minutes of this, he had his blood flowing nice and good and decided to enjoy some music.

He went back upstairs and put on his CD player and sat at his computer to browse the net for a bit. He had this weird feeling like he wasn't alone and glanced around the room, but there was no one there. He turned off the music and looked around. Sure enough, there was nothing. That was certainly strange. That feeling hit him again and this time it came from the computer room. He ran back in and again, saw no one. Maybe it was that representative's warning about the place. He shook it off as an overactive imagination and went to resume his browsing. A thought came over him and found himself looking up the history of this house. Perhaps it would put the rumors to rest if he had an idea of who lived here. He found the tenant history report for this home and read through the list of names. None of it seemed to stand out any. The previous tenant was some guy who worked as a factory laborer, some woman before that who owned her own restaraunt business, this married couple, a bodybuilder named Shelly Swanson...wait a minute?!

"That's it!" Will exclaimed.

He figured that finding a picture of her shouldn't be hard given her profession. And sure enough, it wasn't long until he pulled up her bio. It amazed him, in fact it scared him. He has never seen her before and yet that dream he had showed her as vividly as he sees her picture now. She's every bit as muscular as he first saw her. She's standing there in that picture in a double bicep flex pose. Will was dreamy eyed over her. He went on to read her background. Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. Took up bodybuilding in her mid-teens. Most of her family was opposed to her doing it. It seemed like a sad double edged sword. She was destined for great success; to be one of the best bodybuilders of all time. And yet, it came with a heavy price, most of her family became estranged from her. It seemed that only her mother supported her decision. Will felt a twinge of sadness to see what became of her. She died in her mid-twenties of a rare heart virus. By then, she had already reached the top of the profession and was going strong. Never married either. More research shows that she rarely even had a boyfriend, and even then such relationships were shortlived. He had a good idea why. Most men out there don't consider muscular women to be attractive or even feminine. Him on the other hand...

"Oh Shelly, I'm so sorry." Will said with a somber face.

He put a hand to the picture on the screen, "I can understand what it's like, though for me it's the other way around. Perhaps in another time, we could have met. Perhaps then we could have gotten to know and see each other."

Just then, Will felt a wave of sadness flow through him like a torrent. Tears welled up in his eyes. What was wrong with him? It was as if the emotions were being fed into him from an external source. For the briefest of moments, he felt like she was sitting there right next to him. He couldn't see her, but she was there.

"I wish there was a way we could both communicate with each other." Will said.

As if in response, he heard movement and turned around just in time to see one of his barbells lifting up off the floor. At first, he was freaking out. I mean it's not something you see every day. But then he was able to regain his composure and realize that it was her.

'So she's a poltergeist?!" he thought.

The barbell, which was loaded with weights and considered by Will to be his maximum lift was going up and down with seeming ease. The sight of this was both scary and arousing at the same time.

"So, um, just how much are you able to lift?" Will asked nervously, not knowing what to say.

As if in response, the barbell lowered to the floor and then, nothing. Will walked over to it and waited. But nothing happened.

"So uh, did I say something..." he began to say as his gaze turned to the extra plates sitting on the rack.

"Oh I see! This is an invite to load it up even further!" he said as he took off the smaller plates on the end and added another twenty pound plate on each side. He stepped back, but nothing happened. 'That's weird.' he thought. He thought, what the heck, and decided to load the bar to its maximum capacity.

Will couldn't help but smirk, "So if it's a challenge you want, then it's a challenge you'll get."

Will was struggling to get all the plates off the bar. He had four 100-pound plates he was saving for the day he could lift them. Til now, he wasn't strong enough for it yet. It took a little time, but he was barely able to load all four of them on the bar. He then filled the rest of the space with 50-pound plates. After finally completing his task, he stood up and looked over at what he saw as impossible, even for her. In total, the barbell now weighed 600 pounds! To test his theory, he tried to lift just one end of it. But it wouldn't budge. He stepped back and stared at it.

Nothing happened for a couple minutes. But then, he started to see the barbell begin to move. At first it wiggled on the floor. But then, to Will's amazement, it began to lift off the floor. Though he couldn't see her, he could sense that she was struggling with this. But sure enough, it lifted all the way up near the ceiling! And then it began floating up and down as reps were being cranked out of it. This whole thing was freaky. He was being given a personal strength show by a superstrong...well, ghost! He saw Shelly's face in his head and began to feel aroused. He was liking this. I mean, how often does this happen. He wished he could make love to her.

"Oh Shelly, you are so awesome. You are so incredibly strong, it's sexy! I've never admitted this to anyone, but you are my ideal dream girl. But I have never been able to meet one who was single. And...well...I wish you were still alive so I could show how much I am loving you right now." he said.

Damn he was being bold. Maybe it was because she was dead. He would never up and say such a thing all at once to one who was still living. But he couldn't help it. This was his first and possibly only chance to be with his fantasy woman, even if she is a poltergeist.

Suddenly, he felt a tug at his pants. At the same time, he felt insanely turned on. His arousal just skyrocketed. He began craving release so desperately. He ran upstairs into his bedroom and ripped his clothes off and jumped into bed completely naked. He had a pretty decent body himself: nice abs, toned arms, and firm thighs to name a few. His member was throbbing with agony as it pointed at him. He began to reach for it when it suddenly started moving and pointing straight upwards. He couldn't feel anything grabbing it. It just seemed to move in a way he couldn't do himself. Then, a strong wave of pleasure flooded his being as his penis felt like it was enveloped in passion. He couldn't make out any distinct pressure or touch. It was as if his sexual feelings were on autopilot. He felt no need to masturbate. It felt unbelievably good. As he was waving his hands around, he could of sworn he randomly felt something really hard, but his bed was laid out and there were no solid objects besides the wall behind him. Whatever it was, it felt so good. This autosex went on for several minutes until finally...

"Oh wow! Oh Shelly! You're so awesome!! And sooo sexy!! I love you!! Ohh OHH!!! AHHH!!!" Will screamed as he orgasmed. His erect and upward pointing member began shooting cum straight up in the air, landing all over his midsection.

It had to be the best sex he has ever had. And with of all things, a ghost! How could it even be possible? It was so strange seeing himself cum into the air without any seeming physical assistance. After cleaning himself off, he layed back down and fell asleep.

He was having that same dream again, stage and all. Him in the front row and her on the stage. She was still in her posing outfit and looked as hot as ever. But something seemed odd. She didn't seem happy like before. Will found himself in control of himself in his dream.

"What's the matter Shelly? Why the long face? I really enjoyed what happened earlier." Will said.

For the first time, she spoke, "You were such a great man and you fulfilled what I never had in life. But it seems I can no longer stick around. The rules forbid permanent residence to my Earthly place. I've fulfilled my loose end and now I am afraid I have to move on."

Will felt sad and disappointed at this. But then he climbed onto the stage and stood in front of her. He could see just how powerfully built she was up close. Without a word, Will put a hand on her cheek, leaned in, and planted a loving kiss on her lips, which she happily returned. They embraced for a minute. When he pulled away, he could see tears in her eyes. He couldn't help but feel tears well up in his eyes as well.

"I love you Shelly. As brief as our encounter was, I feel it in my heart that I love you." Will said with certainty.

This time, it was Shelly who put a hand on his cheek, "And I love you Will. You were the first to truly love me for who I am. I will never forget you. Here is something to remember me by."

She hugged him close for a moment and kissed him on the cheek, then without warning, proceeded to pick him up and press him over her head in a show of strength. Will suddenly woke up to see that he was floating over his bed really close to the ceiling. He couldn't feel anything holding him up. He just hovered there for a few seconds, and then gravity seemed to return as he just dropped down on to the bed. He suddenly felt so alone as all external presence just disappeared. All was still. He managed to put everything together to realize that Shelly has left for good.

"Good luck Shelly. I hope eternity treats you well." he said as he decided to lay there for a while to dwell on the experience he had with her. He found himself dwelling on the ghostly sex and the embrace they shared in his last dream with her. He put a hand up to his cheek, the last kiss she gave him felt especially real. He chuckled to himself. If he didn't know any better, he could swear that she had a one night stand with him. He was kidding of course. He had to get on with his life though. The reality of her departure would hit him soon enough and he would be going back to being depressingly single.

* * *
-Two Months Later-

Will was taking his vacation from work and hanging out on the beach. There were people everywhere having a good time. Others were laying on their beach towels soaking up some rays. Will was just walking along down the shoreline, admiring the scenery. He was glancing at all sorts of people. Then something caught his eye. It was this gorgeous looking blonde wading in the water, away from the crowd. She had such an amazingly muscular physique. Her muscles bulged as if trying to escape from her body. And she didn't appear to be flexing. Will was excited to see that she was by herself. He knew what past history has done to him. But after Shelly, he had a newfound confidence. So he walked over to her.

"It's so beautiful isn't it, the scenery?" Will asked.

She turned around and smiled, "Yes, it sure is."

Will decided to go for broke, "I'm not sure how often you get this, but I think you have such wonderful muscles. It would be a priviledge if I could get to know a strong woman such as yourself."

She was taken aback by his abrupt comment, however, "Why thank you! It's rare that anyone compliments me like that. To be honest, my muscles seem to intimidate a lot of people, especially guys. But from your eagerness, you don't seem that way."

Will walked up to her and took her hand and kissed it, "I'm William Lloyd. But I go by Will. It's a pleasure to meet you."

She blushed at this, "Well aren't we a Don Juan. You're cute! My name is Yvonne, Yvonne Strzechowski."

"So you want to have lunch with me at the cafe over there and swap stories?" Will asked, blushing.

Yvonne could see this and grinned, "Sure, I'd like that!"

And so Will finally met his ideal (and still living) muscle woman. The future was looking especially bright for him...

THE END