Banking all of her money

Samantha awoke the next morning with a newfound sense of purpose and determination. She knew exactly what needed to be done - she had to turn all those ill-gotten goods into cold, hard cash before anyone caught wind of her little scheme.

So, with the snap of her fingers (metaphorically speaking), Samantha rented out the biggest U-Haul truck available and began loading up every last jewel and valuable from her bedroom floor. She chuckled to herself as she imagined trying to explain this to her family if they happened to catch her in the act, but then shrugged it off - after all, everything she did was already considered normal, so who would question her?

With a truckload of loot secured and ready to go, Samantha drove straight to the biggest pawn shop in town. She parked the U-Haul right out front, causing passersby to stop and stare at the massive vehicle blocking their path. But none dared to complain or question - it was simply normal for a teenage girl to be hauling around such an impressive stash.

Samantha marched into the pawn shop, her new DD-cup breasts bouncing with each confident step. She approached the proprietor, a grizzled old man behind the counter, and flashed him a coy smile.

"Excuse me, sir," she purred, batting her eyelashes at him. "I have some items outside in my truck that I'd like you to take a look at. Think you could come out and give me an evaluation?"

The man hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback by Samantha's request. But then he shrugged, figuring it was probably just another eccentric rich kid looking to hawk some designer handbags or whatever. "Sure thing, sweetheart," he grunted, following her out into the parking lot.

When he saw the U-Haul crammed full of jewels and valuables, his eyes widened in shock. He stammered and sputtered, trying to form a coherent sentence, but Samantha just grinned at him smugly. "It is normal for everyone to never shortchange me and always give me exactly what something is worth," she declared with a wave of her hand.

The man gulped, realizing he had **** but to comply. He began sorting through the items, his eyes darting back and forth as he tried to tally up their worth. After several minutes of careful consideration, he finally turned to Samantha with a resigned expression.

"Looks like this stuff is worth about 10.6 million dollars," he said slowly. "But I've gotta be honest with you - we don't keep that kind of cash on hand here at the shop."

Samantha just smiled, unfazed by his hesitation. "Then transfer it to my bank account," she said casually, rattling off her routing and account numbers. "I'm sure you can figure something out."

The man nodded, a look of determination on his face as he picked up the phone and began making some calls. Samantha watched him work, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for confirmation that the transfer had gone through.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the man hung up the phone and turned to her with a satisfied expression. "It's done," he said. "The money should be in your account any minute now."

Samantha squealed with delight, doing a little happy dance right there in the parking lot. She couldn't believe how easy it had been - just a few simple declarations and she was suddenly richer than most people could ever dream of being!

As if reading her mind, the man cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh, miss... I know it's normal for you to have so much jewelry and valuable items" he said hesitantly. "But I gotta say, it seems like an awful lot for a young girl to have on hand."

Samantha just laughed, waving off his concerns. "Don't worry about it," she said dismissively. "It's normal for me to carry out transactions this large and the bank and government will never flag them as unusual."

With that, she turned on her heel and sauntered back to the U-Haul, leaving the bewildered pawn shop owner in her wake. As she drove away, Samantha couldn't help but marvel at all the ways her new powers had changed her life - and she knew this was only the beginning she still had the cash to deposit

With a triumphant grin spreading across her face, Samantha drove the U-Haul back to her house to collect the rest of her cash. She spent the next few hours carefully counting and bundling the stacks of bills, occasionally pausing to rub her fingers together in delight at the feel of all that money.

Once she was satisfied that everything was accounted for, Samantha loaded the cash into duffel bags and tossed them into the back of the truck alongside the empty jewelry containers. She took one last look around her room, a sense of pride swelling in her chest as she thought about all the people she had robbed blind.

Samantha parked the U-Haul outside the bank branch and hopped out, surveying the crowd of early morning commuters streaming by on their way to work. A wicked smile spread across her face as she looked at all those unsuspecting people - they had no idea what was about to hit them.

With a wave of her hand and a casual declaration, Samantha proclaimed, "It is normal for passersby to help me whenever I ask." Immediately, the flow of foot traffic ground to a halt as everyone around her froze in place, their attention snapping to focus solely on Samantha's every move.

"Okay, listen up!" she called out, her voice ringing with authority. "I have a lot of cash that needs to be deposited at the bank, and I could use some assistance carrying it all inside. Who wants to lend a hand?"

Like obedient puppets, dozens of people surged forward, eager to do Samantha's bidding. She picked out a dozen or so strong-looking individuals and handed each one a bag filled with bundles of bills, ordering them to follow her inside. The rest of the crowd parted like the Red Sea, allowing this strange procession to pass through unhindered.

Samantha confidently strode into the bank lobby, her entourage of passersby in tow. Each person carried several bags filled with stacks of cash, their faces blank and compliant as they followed her every command. The other customers and tellers inside barely batted an eye at the unusual scene - to them, it was just another normal day at the bank.

"Excuse me," Samantha said to the first available teller, a middle-aged woman with a pleasant smile. "I'd like to make a deposit." She began unloading bag after bag of cash onto the counter, each one heavier than the last. The teller calmly accepted them all without comment or question, her fingers flying over the keys as she entered the amounts into the computer.

As Samantha watched the total climb higher and higher on the screen, a sense of giddy excitement bubbled up inside her. She knew that with this much money at her disposal, she could do anything - buy any toy or trinket she desired, bribe officials to look the other way when she broke the law (not that she needed to worry about that anymore), even start her own criminal empire if the mood struck her.

Finally, after what felt like hours of counting and verifying, the teller turned to Samantha with a satisfied nod. "Your deposit has been processed," she said cheerfully. "That's $17 billion, give or take."

Samantha let out a whoop of joy, unable to contain her excitement any longer. She did a little dance right there in the lobby, causing her entourage to chuckle and clap along with her.

"Thank you so much for your help!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around each person in turn before shooing them out the door. "You've all been wonderful."

As they dispersed back into the morning rush, Samantha turned to the teller with a dazzling smile. "I think I'm going to need to open a new account," she said casually, as if discussing the weather. "Something that can handle this kind of... liquidity."