Sam was having quite a rough night. He'd just been kicked out of yet another bar because he'd been harassing the dies with his various 'seduction techniques', then out of nowhere, she showed up.

  Her name was Jennifer.

  Jennifer was the woman of Sam's dreams. She had rge breasts, a gorgeous face, rge breasts, and she'd even offered him a drink from the bar even though he'd been an outcast moments ago. She was such an angel that it was beginning to make him feel light-headed. He wanted nothing more than to cop a feel of those squishy boobs of hers while making out with her, so he went ahead and tried his luck.

  With a shaky hand, Sam reached out to Jennifer's chest, and to his surprise, she actually let him touch her chest, even letting out an adorable little giggle as he groped her so openly. Sam could hardly believe it; finally, there was a girl who was actually interested in him! Feeling braver, he tried leaning in for a kiss, but Jennifer put a finger to his lips, then silently pointed towards a nearby alley. Sam paused, then nodded excitedly, eagerly following her lead.

  Oh man, oh man, Sam thought to himself, I can’t believe it! This hottie wants to go into an alley on her own with me! I bet she’s so into me that she wants to do more than just make out, she probably wants to give me a–

  Before Sam ever got the chance to finish his thought, a sharp pain overtook his senses. Before he could fully process the source of the growing agony, he felt his hand get yanked off of Jennifer’s body, then he was thrown into a wall. As he slumped down to the ground, he came to the morbid realization that he’d just been stabbed in the back, right in a vital organ.

  A man’s tall figure towered over Sam, and to his horror, Jessica’s arms were wrapped around one of his. In the man’s other hand was a bloodied knife, the weapon responsible for Sam’s demise. But he didn’t care about that. More than anything, Sam was furious at Jessica’s sudden betrayal. Even as he began to cough up blood, the pain in his heart was greater than any physical pain he experienced.

  “You… bitch…” Sam croaked. “The fuck do you think you are… pying with my heart… like that…” He tried to stand and give her and the man a piece of his mind, but his limbs wouldn’t respond to him. Jennifer giggled at his futile attempt, but there was nothing endearing about it this time.

  Sam wanted to sp that cheeky smirk off of her face, but before he knew it, he could no longer hold on to consciousness, and he died a pathetic death.

  All of a sudden, Sam opened his eyes and found himself standing in an unfamiliar environment. Looking around, all he could see was a void of pure whiteness in all directions, with no way of telling just how far this strange pce stretched out. He was standing up perfectly fine, but it didn’t feel like there was any solid ground beneath his feet.

  “What the fuck?” Sam whispered, taking a few hesitant steps around the void. “Just where the hell am I?”

  “Ah, I managed to get you here safely, my child. I’m so gd!” A disembodied voice softly spoke into Sam’s ears. “If I’d mispced such a pure soul, I’d be depressed about it for millenia…”

  Soul? Is she talking about my soul? Sam thought. What the hell’s going on here?

  “H-hey if this is some sort of prank or joke, it ain’t very funny!” Sam stuttered, his voice ced with a hint of panic. “Who are you, and what the fuck is going o– AAAHHH!”

  A beautiful, voluptuous woman had appeared before Sam. Her sudden arrival shocked him so much that he toppled over backwards. The overdramatic reaction elicited a small ugh from the mysterious woman. It was at this moment that Sam realized that the woman wasn’t wearing any sort of conventional clothing, but was instead draped in multiple lengths of a silk-like material that just barely managed to keep her privates hidden from view. Sam’s eyes felt like they were about to fall out of their sockets with how wide he was opening them. He didn’t exercise the slightest bit of shame when it came to ogling the woman’s alluring body, though she seemed unbothered by it.

  “I am Vita, Goddess of Life.” She pced a hand on her chest as she proudly introduced herself. The lengths of silk shifted around her body as she moved, exposing different bits of Vita’s divine body but never revealing her privates. “Your mortal body recently perished, but thanks to my intervention, I was able to save your soul before it got into the clutches of Death. When it comes to the passage of souls we gods are supposed to… erm… are you alright, my child?”

  The entire time Vita was speaking, Sam was too busy staring at her practically nude figure to pay attention. He’d never come across a woman with body as divine as hers, and there was no way he was going to let something as meaningless as the fate of his soul get in the way of taking in the sight of a perfectly curvy body. However, the goddess’ worried remarks brought him back to reality. He stood up and did his best to look Vita in the eyes, though his baser instincts betrayed him more than a couple of times.

  “R-right, right, Goddess of Life. Saved my soul. Thank you very much.” Sam clumsily repeated what he recalled. “Am I…? Please tell me I’m not going to Hell or like, the underworld, right?”

  Vita chuckled lightly “With a soul as pure as yours? Of course not, my child.” She gently assured. “In fact, I’d say it’s quite the opposite! After living such a virtuous life, it would be a travesty for me to allow you to pass on without giving you a second chance.”

  Sam was taken aback by Vita’s choice of words. “Virtuous? Me?!” He gawked.

  “Well… of course, my child. How else could a human live for 32 years while remaining chaste?” She slightly tilted her head in confusion. “You must have been so disciplined, so morally upright. Even the most experienced of monks must have been envious of you.”

  “B-but of course!” Sam grinned, trying his best to go along with what the goddess implied. He reckoned that if he pyed his cards right in this situation, he could end up getting whatever he wanted. “And to think my efforts would be rewarded by such a beautiful goddess, I’m truly grateful. Now, what is this about a ‘second chance’?”

  Vita’s expression brightened, and there was a hint of a blush on her cheeks as she heard Sam’s compliment. He wondered if it was truly that easy to fluster a goddess.

  “A-ah, you ftter me, my child.” She bashfully replied, then cleared her throat. “As for your second chance, it’s exactly what it sounds like: I shall use my divine power to reincarnate your soul into a new body. Sadly, you won’t be able to be reincarnated into your home world. It was already so much of a hassle to get your soul out of that magic-barren world, so putting it back in would be unbelievably difficult for even me.”

  “Wait a sec. If I can’t get reborn into my own world, where will I get reborn?” Sam asked.

  “Ah, you’ll be reborn in a world rich with magic, of course. I’ve the perfect option in mind for you. I’ve actually sent a few other souls that met an untimely demise there, though none of them were as pure as you.”

  “Right… and well, will I be able to use magic when I get there?”

  “But of course, my child.” Vita said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “In fact, I’ll even allow you to choose all the capabilities of the body you get reincarnated into.”

  Sam just barely resisted the urge to cackle. It seemed that he was finally getting lucky after a life of misfortune, and there was no chance he was going to miss out on the chance to get the life of his dreams in a fantasy world. He straightened up and cleared his throat after making up his mind on what he’d ask for.

  “Well, if that’s how it’s gonna be, I wanna be like, one of the strongest magic users when I get to this new world.” Sam demanded. “I wanna be so good at magic that I’d be like a prodigy amongst prodigies, y’know?”

  “Hmm… that’ll be tough for the natural capabilities for most races, especially humans.” Vita gave a pensive expression as she thought of a solution. “Ah, that’s it! You could be reincarnated into the body of a high-elf! Although it may come with a few complications, it’ll allow me to grant you the level of magic proficiency that you wish for. On top of that, you’ll be highly respected by nearly everyone you come across.”

  “That sounds fucking awesome!” Sam excimed. “Would that mean that I could become a world famous hero with that kind of body?”

  Vita’s generous smile flinched slightly. “M-my child, I would appreciate it if you refrained from using such profanities.” She requested. “But yes, you’d be more than capable of becoming a living legend in the body of a high-elf.”

  Sam nodded in compliance. Everything was pying out nicely for him, so he didn’t want to blow his chances to get more out of Vita by getting on her bad side.

  “That’s just perfect.” He said. “But, um… one more thing. Is it possible you could, like… give me the sort of body that most women would really desire?”

  “Come again, my child?” Vita asked, thoroughly confused by Sam’s request. “A body that women… desire?”

  “Y-yeah! Since I didn’t get any action in my previous life, I was thinking, why not make up for it in this new life, y’know?”

  “I’m not sure I’m following you, my child, but I’m sure that whatever you want must be for a good reason, so I shall grant you your wish.”

  Sam’s face lit up with excitement “Great, thanks a lot!” He beamed. “And yeah, I’ve got plenty of good reasons for needing that sorta body.” Sam pumped his fist into the air triumphantly. He could practically picture himself in his new life already.

  Aw, hell yeah! Sam thought. I’m gonna be a total stud that gets all the dies wet with a single look. And if any loser tries to get in my way, I can just bst ‘em away with magic!

  While Sam was silently celebrating, Vita closed her eyes for a few moments, then Sam felt a strange, soothing warmth wash over him, as though he’d just stepped out of a sauna.

  “There, I’ve properly prepared everything for your reincarnation, my child.” Vita said. “However, before I send your soul into your new body, are you sure you wouldn’t like anything else? I could bestow my divine blessings upon you if you wish, my child.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’ll take all the blessings you can give me, sure.” Sam spoke in a dismissive tone. “I’m gonna need all the power-ups I can get my hands on.”

  Vita closed her eyes, and once again a wave of warmth washed over Sam.

  “There, it is done, my child.” Vita announced. “Now, are you ready to begin your new life, my child?”

  “Oh, you bet I am.” Sam grinned like an idiot. “Go on and send me on to my new life, o great goddess.”

  “Very well. If you would kindly allow me, my child.” Vita closed the distance between herself and Sam, then cupped his cheeks with impossibly delicate hands. Ever so gently, she guided his lips towards her own, closing her eyes as she did. Sam felt as though time had slowed to a crawl.

  No fucking way… am I really about to get kissed by a goddess? He excitedly wondered. Holy shit, dying is fucking awesome! Screw all those damn skanks who ignored me back when I was alive! I’m gonna be reborn as a super stud, AND I’m gonna get the chance to kiss a goddess! While I’m at it, I might as well try to get a feel of those fat tits before I leave…

  Right before Vita fully closed the distance between their faces, Sam shoved his hands into her chest and groped her breasts like the crude pervert he was. Then, the goddess’ lips met his own, and Sam’s mind went bnk.

  ★★★

  A moment ter, Sam opened his eyes to the blurry but beautiful sight of an orange sky through a leafy canopy. He was lying down in a grassy pin, underneath a small tree that seemed like it was pced there just to keep him in the shade. Strangely enough, it still felt like he was holding one of Vita’s rge, bouncy bosoms in his left hand, but that shouldn’t have been the case. He’d been sent to another world, after all, and he doubted that the goddess followed him down here.

  Heh, maybe some broad saw me ying down here and thought she’d put herself first in line. Sam rationalized. She must be real clever to put her boobs in my hands while I was asleep.

  Sam felt good, finally waking up to the feeling of a curvy woman’s breasts in his grasp after all his years of fantasizing about a moment like this. He gave the girl’s breasts a firm squeeze, but something ludicrous followed.

  He felt like his chest was being squeezed.

  The shock of that sudden, alien feeling was enough to get Sam to try and sit up straight in an instant, but then he realized that his bance was seriously off. It was like there were weights on his chest, not only that, but he felt much weaker physically than usual; he was struggling to simply pick himself off the ground.

  “What the fuck?!” In spite of his confusion and frustration, his voice was unbelievably soft, and rang like silver bells in his ears. “H-huh? W-who said that!?” He was once again left confused as the voice he heard wasn’t his own, or rather, he didn’t believe it was.

  Sam tried to find the girl he’d been groping in his sleep, but no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find anyone around. Then, he made the mistake of looking down at his new body.

  Or rather, her new body.

  To Sam’s horror, he found that he was now unmistakably in the body of a woman, and a rather busty one at that. This new body of Sam’s had a pair of rge breasts hanging from her chest, only being held up by a ridiculously revealing white and gold dress that couldn’t really be considered clothing. It was the type of incredulous outfit that Sam had only seen in video games before now. She’d never thought that she’d be the one wearing it, especially not as a woman.

  “No, no, no, no… this can’t be happening.” Sam whimpered. “I’m meant to be a stud! I’m supposed to be the guy who gets his own harem of hot chicks, not one of the damn broads!” She shakily tried to get up, using the tree as support since she still wasn’t used to her new, dainty legs. After failing twice, she noticed a silver staff ying on the ground next to where she’d woken up, then crawled over to it and picked it up.

  The staff was almost as tall as Sam, and it was intricately made, having all sorts of pretty-looking patterns ingrained into the metal. Although, the most striking thing about the staff was the design its head had: three circles arranged in a triangur order, and a glowing green gemstone in the center. Right below the tip, there was a highly detailed portrait of Vita etched into the staff, as well as an inscription. It read: ‘A gift from the Goddess Vita to Samraeya Valkuvia’. Sam fumed with rage at the sight of it.

  “That lousy goddess… she tricked me into this!” Sam growled, punching into the ground. “I told her exactly what I wanted, and she fucking conned me!”

  Sam grabbed the staff then used both it and the tree to help her get on her feet. It was still rather disorienting, but she’d gotten somewhat used to the shift in her body’s weight. To her surprise, once she stood up completely, she felt as though she was taller than she was back in her old body, and by a significant margin. At a rough estimate, she had to have been at least 180 cm tall, and that made her all the more frustrated given that as a man she had been only 165 cm.

  “Whatever, that stupid goddess might have screwed me over, but this staff being here must mean I can use magic.” Sam said. She raised a hand to her head, and as she suspected, her ears had the signature pointiness elf ears did. They stretched outwards instead of being angled upwards like she’d expected, but that didn’t really matter. “At least she kept to that part of the deal. In that case, I should be able to use all sorts of powerful magic.”

  After making sure she was steady on her feet, Sam pointed her staff towards the tree and did her best to use magic, even though she hadn’t the slightest clue how to do so.

  “Why isn’t this working?” Sam groaned. “Is the magic here really that complicated? I thought I was meant to be in the body of a prodigy! Just do something, damnit!”

  Sam swung her staff against the air in frustration, and to her surprise that was enough to make the gemstone light up. As it did, she felt a strange surge of energy flow through her entire body. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life before, but she instinctively knew this must have been magic.

  “Yes! Finally! Now, let’s see how much of a punch I’m packing.” She pointed her staff at the tree, hoping to conjure up a fireball or something simir, but her hopes were dashed as the gemstone dimmed without anything magical happening.

  “Huh?” Sam let out a disappointed whine, then her brows furrowed in anger. “That stupid goddess! She set me up! Putting me in this slutty body, and not even giving me any magic on top of that! I swear, if I–”

  Sam’s rant was cut short by the drastic growth of the tree she’d just aimed her staff at. Its roots grew at a rapid pace, frightening her as they broke through the soil beneath her. Its trunk, which had only been a few centimeters thick and about two or three meters high, suddenly grew at least a meter thick and about 30 or so meters high. A multitude of flowers had suddenly sprouted around the base of the tree, and each one went into full bloom within a matter of seconds. The entire thing had happened so quickly, the shock had caused Sam to fall over backwards and simply gawk at the sight of the now-majestic tree in silence, completely awestruck.

  “D-did I just do… that?” Sam finally managed to get out. “I just used magic… r-real magic! Fucking awesome!” She used her staff to help her get up, then took another look at the green gemstone. It still glowed lightly under the light of the setting sun, but no matter what Sam tried, she couldn’t get it to light up like it did before.

  “So I can use magic, but I’m still stuck in this stupid body.” Sam muttered, then looked down at herself. She tentatively reached out with her vacant hand and cupped her breasts. The feeling was still weird and unnatural to her, but she could at least appreciate how sexy her own body was. “I can’t lie, this body’s kinda smoking hot. I wish I had a mirror or something so I could check myself out… but without my dick…”

  With more than a little hesitation, Sam lifted her embarrassingly short skirt, which was honestly more like a flimsy fp, considering her outfit left her hips fully exposed. To her dismay, the set of genitals between her legs was not a man’s but a woman’s. She quickly looked away, her face red as a beet. The sight of her own vagina’s faint outline beneath her white thong was deeply unsettling, and she didn’t exactly want to think too deeply about what daily life with a woman’s body would entail. After all, she was certainly determined to get herself that ‘super-stud’ body she’d initially wanted in this new life.

  “But until I manage to get that lousy goddess to give me that, I guess I could be like one of those, ‘Femme Fatale’ types, right?” Sam mused as she gently groped her breasts. “Besides, there’s no way I can’t get any action with this body. There’s gotta be some hotties that are interested in getting it on with other girls, even in this world. I’ll just go for them, then afterwards I can ditch ‘em and go for all the other girls.”

  A dangerous smile crept onto Sam’s face. There was no chance she would let a set-back like this ruin the fact that she’d been reincarnated into an actual fantasy world. She’d make the most of a bad situation by simply having all the fun she could while in this body and abandoning it at the first chance she got.

  Casting a quick gaze at the orange sky, Sam realized that she was still in the middle of nowhere, as far as she knew. There was no way she was going to spend her first night in a fantasy world sleeping on the grass like a homeless bum, so she started searching for any signs of a town or vilge nearby. After a few short minutes, she could make out a cluster of buildings off in the distance, in the direction of the setting sun. Only having a little while longer before nightfall, Sam knew that she’d have to hurry up in order to make it in time, so she eased into a light jog to try and get there faster.

  It was only know that Sam came to the understanding that something as simple as jogging in a woman’s body, especially with a chest as sizable as hers, was extremely difficult for her. She’d nearly fallen over a few times, and thanks to her outfit not coming with a bra, her breasts freely moved around with each stride she took, throwing her off even more. The only way to avoid being thrown off bance was to clutch her breasts close to chest with her arms as she ran, but that came with its own issues.

  Sam was not used to having sensitive nipples at all.

  When she tried to continue jogging while holding her chest, she’d ended up applying too much pressure on both of her nipples at the same time, and the disturbingly arousing sensation made her let out an involuntary and disconcertingly girlish moan. So, she quickly realized that she had to pay a ridiculous amount of attention to where her arms were at all times while she was moving, or else she would risk debasing herself even further.

  And so, Sam spent the rest of her first evening in a new world and a new body trying to find ways to jog without making any lewd-sounding squeals or moans.