Making money

You'd think a super strong wouldn't have money problems, but I don't want to rob a bank just yet. Not because it would be dangerous or something, I could rob fort Knox without getting my hair messed up, but that would draw a lot of attention and the innocent owners of the money certainly wouldn't like it.

So, I'm stuck trying other things. With all respect to Volupia, I don't think I'm placing any coal anywhere inside my body unless I'm really desperate (or bored). 

I like the modeling suggestion though, so I got out my camera, a tripod and put on one of the smaller bikinis. At first, I wanted to do some shots at my biggest, but that might not be the smartest thing to do. So, instead of getting fully pumped up, I just did some squats holding my three-seat sofa, a few curls with the a crumpled up lamppost I "found" outside, and finally a few thousand sit-ups holding the same improvised weight. (I really should get some real weights).

When I was done, my bikini was stretched to it's limits, my pectorals pushing my breasts out at least a cup size more than it was designed for. My pumped up shoulders were stretching the shoulder straps to their limits. The small triangles of fabric were strained by my breasts, my now steel-hard nipples making it even worse, but it still held on. A bit lower, my stomach had hardened to an eight-pack, each block pushing half an inch out of my perfectly tanned skin. The bikini panties were having an equally hard time, my round butt closing completely around the rear, with the front stretching tight because of my pumped up muscles. It's a good thing I wasn't wearing any pants, because my thick, hard thigh would have torn them apart like wet tissue paper.

I put the camera on automatic, one picture every second for about five minutes. I did a series of poses, from flexing my large muscles, to cute smiles, to classic modeling poses. I showed of every part of my new body, knowing that while I was incredibly muscular now, it was still quite small compared to what I could achieve, and even that paled compared to my strength. I rather enjoyed the little posing session in my room and backyard, far more than selecting the best pictures, but that had to be done to. 

I sorted them out, wrote a nice letter including a training schedule that I thought would be good enough for someone of this size, my measurements and some general friendliness. I printed out five sets of pictures and letters, stuffed them in an envelope and mailed them to several well-known modeling agencies, both regular and for muscular women. Then I repeated everything for my "small" size, taking care only to mail those to regular modeling agencies.

When I was done, it was only 6 am and I didn't need much sleep now. The other suggestions you all made were constantly on my mind, so I decided to find a quicker supply of money...

Why I blog

It's been 5 days since I turned 'super' and I've had some time to think, shop and most of all, experiment. Don't worry, I fixed most of the thing I tested my strength on.

I straightened both lampposts out after I turned them into pretzels by bending them around my around body. I planted a new tree for that meter wide oak I uprooted by hugging it tightly and standing up straight, I didn't know it was going to snap off like a twig, I'm new to this!

Not that I could fix everything. I don't think anyone will notice that mailbox I tore from the street and crushed to a baseball sized lump of metal. I just wanted to test how hard my abs were, well, it turns out they're quite a bit harder steel. Oh and then there's that dance club that wouldn't let me in a few weeks ago. I didn't fix the three fist-sized holes I left in their wall and door. It was really easy and didn't hurt at all, so I guess my skin must be super strong to. I shouldn't forget about the two... uhh... impressions I left in the half pipe down at the park. The skaters will probably appreciate how I pressed my breasts into the concrete ramp, leaving two perfectly round dents with an inch and a half hole at the middle where my nipple is. That actually felt really good, it was so awesome to see my soft breasts crush into the hard concrete without deforming at all. I'll tell you the rest of story about that some other time.

Right now, I want to talk about why I started this blog and how I want to use it. Like I said, I'm very new to being super strong, so I'm looking for a little help. From time to time, I'll ask for some advice, and in return for your suggestions, I'll tell you what happened in the life of a girl who is just a little stronger and a little bigger then you.

So, I'd better get started right away, because getting a new wardrobe is expensive and I'm not the best shopper in the world (I've got other qualities). My question is: What should I buy, and how am I going to afford it?