"Oh wow, it worked!" you hear, as a lanky young adult man runs over to you from a nearby bush, adjusting his thick circular glasses and smoothing back his short light brown hair. Reality itself seems to grow sharp yet tinged with dream logic as he approaches to look down closely, yellow polo shirt and khaki jeans seemingly forming some faint connective aura stretching down to his black sneakers. "Uh, nice to meet you."
You look at him and say "What?" mostly out of instinct, but also as a legitimate question. "Why all this?"
"You're a hole in reality." he says. "Like, uh...You don't remember your name, or your day job, right?"
A realization dawns on you that no, you do not. The expression of horror on your face causes this mysterious man to grimace and lean back up, before he continues "It's okay, it's okay. I can write you into my own little thing and that'll fix it. Um, I think I can anyway. New to this."
He raises his left hand, slithering black obscenities swirling around it like some form of invisible snake with visible swear-word tattoos. "Make a contract with me," he says, "and I will bind this hollow world to my Art."
"What's the alternative?" you ask.
"I..." he falters, following up with "Do not actually know. You're kind of like, a bunch of abstract story parts right now? And I'm trying to build like, a magical realm thingy. With you as a doll core, right. Most witches say it's in case the world blows up but it's like, really just a sanctuary I can use as a forge without my landlord getting uppity about studio apartment size. So if I just leave you be you go back to abstract concept land. What was it like before I had the spirit mailman send you the easy-shape clothes?"
You shrug, strangely compliant from the presence this man emits. "I have a house, this park, no cat, supplies restock themselves, and a dick when I'm not wearing these pants. Everything before getting the box is kinda fuzzy, not sure either. I don't have a name yet, what's yours?"
"You can call me Kerry." he says. "So, uh....make a contract with me and become a magical doll? You can take the clothes off afterward and go back to normal then, the doll form is just because I can write in a transforming personal doll way easier than I can the person's life inside it, even if I'd move in with you. Plus I kinda wanna keep the house and park a realm thing, way less taxes and paperwork."
You cave to not really understanding what's going on, but you did put on a bunch of magic items and remembered you don't remember anything so might as well go for broke. "Um, fine. I accept, sure. What do I have to do?"
"Don't resist." Kerry says, his eyes suddenly black voids behind his glasses, and his curse-gloved left hand inhumanly quickly grasping you around the torso, surprisingly lightly. You hear implausibly loud heartbeats and synthetic music under clanging metal as he continues "By the Swear, I, Kerry Belethson, bind and name you, Brendan Voidking. You are sworn mine as familiar doll. Let your story fall into mine, and your world be as I will."
The words pass through you, something indistinct splattering against your skin and vanishing. Kerry's eyes return to normal, and he sets you down on the fountain edge.
"Sorry, sometimes I get all ennobled when I cast big stuff like that," he says. "dad's all on about the fundamental mathematics music but I prefer dioramas instead. Scenesetting stuff. Well, um...now that we're contracted, this space has really opened up. You can take off those doll clothes if you want, I could try some new transforms. I'm actually a fat neckbeard of a catboy under all these, but Decarabia says warlocks want twink instead of chonk. Plus a bunch of shiny magic auras help distract the younger ones while establishing crafter credibility, yadda yadda..."
Your mind resists glazing over, though you think it was a pretty hard comprehensibility check. You and him stare at each other blankly a bit before you say "So, if I'm gonna be taking my clothes off...how about you?"
"That's fair, I'll go ahead." he says.
You strip off with strange speed and set the doll clothes on the fountain, causing yourself to expand and unfold in ways you suspect you're going to be familiar with as a familiar. Kerry takes a more measured approach, item by item, while you sit down and watch. He briskly pulls off his glasses and folds them on his shirt, causing his hair to darken and his ears to stretch outward as they crawled up his head, though a few grey streaks meander around as evocative patterns. The beginnings of a short beard grow into play as he lets out a modest and unexpectedly deep meow. As he pulls his shirt over his head, his chest fills out almost like he'd been holding it in the whole time, followed by his arms and legs filling out with a slight softness, and dustings of body hair sharing the same black with greying parts. Kicking off his shoes and pulling off his pants, a gratuitously enlarged flaccid cock rises into a relatively normal erect length, but unsubtly barbed. Seems his height is naturally that tall, or maybe he was a bit shorter as a nerd.
"Finally, true form reveal. Don't worry, the spines are soft." he says in a slightly lower voice, somewhat jokingly but actually serious. Rather than the darkness of sorcery, orange eyes quickly scan your form with all-too-clearly checking out your package. "Huh, it's...pretty generic. Like, I can see the weak descriptive text around you, you're like...brown hair, vaguely caucasian, thicker than a doll and more hung to boot, not that that's a high bar to clear. Can I inspect 'the goods'?"
"Eh, go ahead." you say, passively growing erect. He kneels down in the grass around the fountain and gently squeezes your cock, giving the head a few probing licks.
"Yeah, I can definitely work with this." he says, continuing to stroke you slowly. "The Bune grave rave really does give good advice...Anyway, you and your place would make a great canvas. I have some action figures I wanna test for symbolic powers, sort of a magic experiment thing like the clothes. You interested?"
"I'm not entirely sure what's going on," you say as he starts giving you a blowjob. "Like, this is a lot, unh, lot of information at once. You're a wizard, you want me to do stuff with action figures, I'm getting a blowjob, and...you're a diorama demon?"
Pulling off your shaft with a satisfying pop and a smirk, he says "Yup, that's pretty accurate." while switching to handjob. "Look, I'm not specifically an incubus but I'm about to cast a lot of stupid big crafts-magic. Just because my energy comes back fast doesn't mean I don't want to top up first. Once you cum I can set up some stage pieces, make 'em real space in this li'l otherworld, and then things get exciting."
He goes back to sucking your dick, and when you finally reach orgasm a lot of thrusting later he swallows every drop. He stands up idly, conjures a floating blue portal to a chest of drawers, and mutters something sorcerous that gathers up the assorted magical clothing and causes it to automatically sort into boxes. Dismissing the portal, he beckons you toward the park edge, which you suddenly notice is something like a sky-blue cylindrical wall. The solid edge of an empty worldscape, and about to be the entryway to something more.
"So, the next big question is genre." Kerry says, pulling open another portal and browsing a collection of assorted figurines on various sets. "I've got all night and a few days to play around, so, see anything you like?"
You look over his shoulder and look through the portal at various figurines and dioramas to choose from.