>3 (I'll make it 10 because I think it's funny)

By now the quiche you had for breakfast has worked its way down your intestines, leaving you with an empty stomach. As you stare at the fruity moon above you, you ponder how many bananas might fit into your stomach. In a flash, you find yourself inside.

Marble floors and marble walls. You see columns evenly spaced across the room. On the ceiling fluorescent tubes curl downwards, held in place by dangling fixtures attached to their ends. In that way, they visually resemble glowing bananas, though you are uncertain as to whether they are edible. Who can truly know without trying?

Your eyes are drawn to a girl crouched on the far side of the room. You think it might by Suzuran, but although thematic, the hanging banana lamps are terrible for illumination. The rest of the room has several marble bases, on each rests a banana-related object. A cat lying on its side, its banana costume serving as a pillow. A massively oversized banana with wheels attached. What you think might be human mannequins with bananas jutting out of the fly of the briefs they wear (eroi!). And in the center of it all: a pile of bananas.

Showtime.

Under the orange-yellow glow of the overhead tubes, you make your move. A series of loud thuds should have been a warning enough for anyone to stop you. No one, however, is close enough to hear you. Soon enough, you dive into the pile, throwing several to the side as you land and crushing many more.

A strange idea I have read somewhere is the first chip hypothesis. It states that the greatest enjoyment when eating potato chips comes when you have a strong craving for them, you rip a bag open and you take the very first bite to satiate the desire. Something of that sort might be related to your current situation.

Grabbing hold of both ends of a banana, you snap it cleanly in half and squeeze your hands with a force of a rabid chimpanzee. In an instant, the fleshy tissue within shoots into your gaping mouth before it is crushed. A caramelly, fruity sweetness combines with a firm yet gradually softening texture.

More.

The second one snaps more easily than you thought, and it is added to the slimy mass in your mouth.

More.

You do not realize the sixth one had seeds within. Hard as lead, they shatter when they find themselves lodged in your teeth.

MORE.

By weight, you are now more banana than man.

"WTF ANON?!"

The lights change to a stinging white. Darkness flees into the shadows cast by objects scattered around the room. Peels litter the floor and stain the walls and ceiling. Suzuran, now clearly illuminated, pays you no mind. She is fully naked (eroi!!!), though you would not notice this for now. Your eyes are transfixed on the source of the noise interrupting your meal.

It is...
Hachikuji!