I have known for quite some time that you have had a thing for me but I always turn you down as I don't feel the same way. We met at a bar and became fast friends due to our mutual liking for some show. At some point in our friendship, after your advances hadn't stopped, I began to distance myself from you but you didn't like that. I denied your advances fir the last time. Dejected you walked home alone, the rain plastering your hair to your head until a neon light caught your eye. The broken love heart glimmered through the rain and lured you in like a moth attracted to a porch light. Oddly enough the shop seemed to be completely empty as you walked inside. Not just lacking people but shelves and products too. That was until a woman in her mid 40s emerged from the back room and said "Welcome. I've been waiting for you to finally pop in". She smiled as if she knew what you wanted. Before you could say that you weren't interested in her, she offered you something, a remote by the looks of it, though the buttons weren't labelled to control any kind of TV. No, the woman proceeded to explain that if you pointed the remote at the person that you were perusing (me), you would be able to have your way with me as much as you liked and I would never refuse. Overjoyed, you waited outside of my house for me to.come back from the resteraunt date that you had invited me to in a last ditch effort to confess. It didn't take long for me to come home. I walked up the front steps of my house and opened the door, not taking time to look around because I was desperate to get out of the rain. As soon as I stepped inside, you took your moment to strike. You placed your hand in the doorway and prevented the door from closing. Before I could react, you pointed the remote at me and pressed the big button in the middle. I suddenly fell silent, my eyes gassing over as I fell to the ground. Worried, you walk over to me and kneel down. My mouth was stuck in a shocked "O" shape and my eyes stared up st the ceiling, unblinking. After leaving over to shake me, you find that my skin is no longer skin at all but soft latex. After the shock wore off once more, you fumbled with the remote again, figuring out what the other buttons did. It turned out that the thing that seemed to be the volume down button actually stripped me to my underwear, the channel surfing button allowed you to expand and reduce parts of my body and the various number buttons helped determine a more precise size change. You finally had me. You could do whatever you wanted to me and you could just remove my memories after if you wanted to. Little did either of us know the side effect of being a fuck doll. the longer I spend in a certain form, the more I physically changed to look like that and the dumber and more horny I became.

Hey there, hope you liked my prompt. DM me if you want to continue it. My kinks are: Dollification, bimboification, non con, dub con, slaveplay and transformation My limits are: genderbend, bathroom stuff