Entry: Angel Number 707

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Sam took a moment to absorb his surroundings. A gorgeous beach to his left, the rest of an open-air restaurant to his right, It was a veritable tropical paradise.

So what was this place? It was a congregation of the mega-wealthy. The richest of the rich came here for vacation.

Sam's company had recently seen massive success, and he'd qualified for the island. And what an island it was!

The beaches, the island itself, the infrastructure, it was amazing. And that wasn't even to mention the real appeal…

"Here's the drink you ordered sir! Can I get you anything else?"

Sam stared right into the…. "eyes" of the waitress that had approached him. Her big, round, bouncy…. eyes.

But you couldn't blame him! You'd have done the same! She was unbelievably sexy, and she wasn't the only one! All the island's staff were like this!!

"Uh, yeah, actually. Those guys over there." He gestured to a group of sophisticated looking men, which was saying something, given the population of the island. "They're the billionaires, aren't they?"

They were a group of incredibly famous tip of the top ultra rich. They were the ones that had drawn his attention to this island in the first place.

"Yep! But they won't want to be disturbed, sir!" The waitress chirped.

Well that was just the thing. They wouldn't want to be disturbed. But Sam could feel it, this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up!!

He stood up from his table, and with a barely noticeable tremble in his step, approached the billionaire's table.

"Room for one more, gentlemen? The name's Sam." Short and sweet.

The silence that followed was anything but.

"Hello Sam. I'm Kenneth. Net worth?" One of the billionaires asked with a frighteningly casual tone.

"Uh- uhm.. 25 million dollars…?" He answered truthfully. His answer provoked audible winces from several of the billionaires.

"Sam. Only an idiot wouldn't recognize that this is the billionaire and up club. You approach this table at less than 100 mil? Are you kidding? Are you trying to insult us, Sam?"

"Wha- n- no!! I wasn't… I wouldn't- that's-"

"Waitress!" Kenneth called, summoning the woman from before.

"Yes sir?" She asked with a coo.

"I'd like to order the 'outback' 'special'" He said, doing quotation marks for both words.

The waitress looked confused at him for a second. "Um, do you mean, like, a steak?" She asked.

Kenneth facepalmed. "I told you the bimbo was a bad idea, Jordan." To which one of the other billionaires shrugged.

"Let me be more clear. I want you to take him 'OUT BACK' and do the 'SPECIAL' thing."

That seemed to spark some sort of awareness in her eyes. "Ohhhh! Yes sir! I'll have your order prepared soon!"

Sam felt a small prick in his neck, and fell unconscious.

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He woke up groggy, finding himself tied to a chair with a gag around his mouth. Struggling was pointless.

"Sorry sweetie, it's gonna be real hard for you to break outta those!!" The bimbo waitress from before informed him.

"Just take a deeeeep breath and relax, hun! You'll be feeling reaaaal good in a sec…"

She pressed a button, and suddenly the wall in front of Sam was revealed to be a screen, blaring to life.

Sam tried to look away from it, but found the piercing light of the screen consuming his vision.

"What… what is this!!?!"

The bimbo said nothing, merely stepping outside the room. After a few minutes of struggling, Sam felt a whisper creep down his neck.

"Shrink…"

Unable to comprehend, Sam could only thrash about as strange sensations coursed through his body. He could feel the joints in his limbs snapping and locking… reforming.

He tried to understand the sensation, to no avail. If he could have seen himself, he'd have noticed his new diminutive height, his slimmer arms and legs, and his newly shrank shoulders.

He looked significantly more feminine, but the screen wasn't halfway done.

"Grow…."

This time, Sam saw the changes. His hair crept down, tying itself into a ponytail that dipped lower and lower until it was resting against the floor.

But that wasn't the most obvious change. Those'd have to be the immense swelling Sam felt in his chest and hips.

"What's… happening!?!?!" He gnarled through clenched teeth. Before his very eyes, the flesh on his chest sprung forward until attached to his very own body were two bona-fide breasts. And they were big.

But that was just the boobs. Extra cushioning to his ass raised him slightly off the chair, making up for the shorter height.

Sam's body was now completely unrecognizable. But he wasn't done yet…

"Female…." The voice whispered.

Sam's cock collapsed in on itself unceremoniously, leaving a new wet slit in its place.

"You… you made me a woman!?! Why!?" Sam yelled, hoping to get someone's attention.

"Always been a woman…." It droned.

"Always- what!? No I haven't!!" He snapped.

"Calm… relaxed… always been a woman…"

The voice had a point with that one… he tried to calm himself down… to be more relaxed… had they really always been a woman? That… didn't seem right.

"Don't think…. listen…. obey….."

Well, if they just didn't think, and listened carefully, the answer seemed pretty obvious, didn't it?

"Always been a woman…."

Yes… she'd always been a woman…

"Staff member…. obey island guests…."

She was a staff member… she had to obey the island's guests.

"No memories… only obedience and arousal…"

She couldn't remember anything from before the island, before the screen…

"Sleep." The voice commanded. Sam dropped. This queued the bimbo from before to walk back into the room.

"Hmm… we got, like, an opening at the pool, I guess? You can go there! No such thing as too many beach babes!!"

Sam's mind, unable to resist, soaked up her new role….

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"Now that was a good meal! What say we hit the pool next, eh boys?"

The billionaires all cheered in agreement. Their hunger had been served excellently by the island, and now they were looking to serve their other hunger.

They split up, each choosing one of the many gorgeous women at the pool. Kenneth made his way over to one particular blue-haired beauty.

"Hey there darling, what's your name?" He asked, casually reaching his arms forward to grope her enormous melons.

She didn't protest, rather, she leaned into the groping, letting out a small moan as she responded. "I'm- mmh~! Sammie!"

Kenneth raised an eyebrow. "Sammie? Would that mean you're…" He trailed off.

Suddenly, he removed his hands. "Nope! I can still remember your face. I'll find someone else. But you, my dear, can finger fuck yourself silly thinking of me for the rest of the day. That's what you get for trying to play with the big dogs."

Sammie didn't understand, but she smiled, removing her swimsuit as she got to work. "You got it sir!"