The story begins:

As the moon rises on the 10th cycle in the year of the cat, you finally take the last slice of pizza you ordered at noon. A standard wedge topped with pepperoni, you get the feeling you overpaid for such a small box. With your dinner finished and exhaustion creeping in after furiously masturbating to internet oddities and imageboard posts, it is time to head to bed for the day.

"Hello?"

You open your eyes yet your eyelids do not move. The voice feels familiar yet you know you have not met who it belongs to. Many questions cross your mind before the voice continues.

"My name is of no importance, and you are where you were."

A dream, yes. Surely this must be one, though this might be the first time one felt so vivid. A disturbing thought forms.

"Do not be afraid, Anon. I mean you no harm. I am merely here to deliver a message."

Anon? The voice called you Anon. How strange. You see the voice now, as far as seeing means in this strange world. No words describe what you saw.

"When you wake, you will find the bounds of your world shall press on another."

You open your eyes. Today is another day.

While your frozen quiche is being microwaved, you decide it is (as always) time for shitposting. As the browser loads the home page, something grabs your attention. It is subtle, but the letters appear to extend past the screen, as though someone has merely placed stickers on top of your display. And yet they move when you try dragging the browser window across the desktop.

That is when you notice something else.

Your desktop wallpaper was something you found during your stint in the 4chan wallpaper board. It is of a cute anime girl wandering in an autumn forest, fitting given the time of year. She is kneeling near the bottom-left, placing her right hand on a pumpkin with a basket of fruits in her left. Brown leaves float in the air while the orange glow of the evening sun permeates the entire scene. You must have seen this image hundreds of times. A loud beep draws your attention: breakfast is ready!

As you walk back to your desk with a quiche in one hand, it become obvious what has changed with the image. Cautiously, you bring the handle of a fork up to touch the monitor. It never touches the screen. Your hand loses its grip on the fork as you jump back in shock. Half of it extending past where the screen should be, the fork falls, bouncing once on the bevel of your monitor and a second time after squarely hitting the anime girl in the head.

Is this schizophrenia?

It is said that when the human mind is faced with the ultimate unknown all logic and reasoning collapses. That would be one explanation as to why you decided to go on Heyuri after seeing what you just saw. The top thread on /b/ is of someone groping an "Ayumu Kasuga" kigurumi. No, not a kigurumi. It's Osaka as you remember watching her in the show, 2D with a blank stare as the man's hands wander under her blouse "searching for boobies". You click on the thread to read everything.

......

A plume of leaves jets up into the air as you land on your feet. You see the girl intently examining the pumpkin, paying you no mind as you approach. Given the opportunity, you did not try to molest or rape her. More important things to do. A wooden door appears to your right. Seems that anon was right: this realm appears to be governed by thought, though to what extent he is unsure. The knob turns as you push carefully on the door. You enter.

Welcome to Heyuri. It's the place to be, and now it's a place you can visit!

The entrance to /b/ is unbarred, though considering the time of day (does time even flow the same in this realm?) you would have thought more people would be around. Perhaps they are asleep. Of course, knowing that this is your first time here, you decide to visit the most renowned attractions on this site. And who could be more famous than the site's own mascot? (kuz? kaguya? Maybe waha if you go to cgi.heyuri.net?)

You think of where you have seen Heyuri-tan. There was that one thread with bant-san a couple days back, though the thought of her with massive OPPAI slightly disturbs you. You remember a drawthread on /c/ by deeptoot that had an image of her on a computer, along with moderator kagunyalover69 and the late Sweet Emo. And then there is the OC page on the Heyuri Historical Society: what strange sights might you find there?

With your path clear, you first visit bant-san's thread.

Finding yourself in what appears to be a ballroom, you take in the sights around you. A chandelier hangs on the ceiling, giving off a cool white light that illuminates the oak wood floor. The walls are not walls but indeed windows, out of which you can see the darkness of midnight extending far beyond your vision. A few people stand near the center of the room, talking amongst themselves with one yelling something you cannot make out every so often. Squinting, you can see the object of their interest.

It is her. It really is her.

You walk towards the group. You can hear them more clearly now: a few talk about their growing erection to the sight, while others complain about how she looks. More are yelling at the two for being so inconsiderate of her feelings. In a moment you are there.

Now you see Heyuri-tan as bant-san depicted her. She stands naked for all to see, though looking her up and down you realize she neither has nipples or a manko. She does, however, have a shapely figure with breasts larger than your hands can fit and a plump butt to match. Her head is tilted downwards, a slight frown drawn on her face. You think you can see some tears welling up in her eyes, glinting in the light of the room.

This really wasn't what you were expecting (or was it?) You wonder how things might differ in deeptoot's thread, or if there are other sights you might want to see instead.

>3
Digging through your pockets, you find a crumpled receipt from Macy's. It will have to do.

You decide to hand the paper to Heyuri-tan to wipe her tears. At first, she does not notice your outstretched hand, too mired in thought and lost in the voices of the anons around you. Before long, she looks at you and gently takes the paper from your hand. A soft smile begins to return as she wipes the droplets forming in her eyes (although you see that ink from the receipt has smeared itself on her cheeks and eyelids). Blowing her nose, A look of confusion then forms on Heyuri-tan's face.

There is no trash can in this room. Where do you throw this paper?

"Don't worry Heyuri-tan, I'll dispose of that for you!"

An anon says enthusiastically.

......

What had happened after is not something to talk about. The thread was locked soon after, as the flames of "TEH RAEG" consumed any and all hope of "lols" to be had.

You decide to visit another board.

>8
A dump board! The entrance to /s/ has even less people than /b/, which means more sexy women just for you. A red light district would be a good descriptor of the area you have just entered, neon lights glowing in the black starless sky. Structures (it would be inappropriate to call the buildings, since some were merely springs of steamy water surrounded by rock and others consisted only of furniture without walls) ran along the street as far as your vision will allow. Within each stood many women of different builds and temperaments.

JAVs, JKs, AI images, leaked webms.

You remember the threads where anons uploaded what they found. How could you forget after ejaculating that many times in a day? With your mind set, you starting look for the hottest girl you have ever seen in one of those threads.

......

To say what happened was an orgy would be an understatement. Physically, the human body is incapable of undertaking sexual intercourse more than 40 times a day. And yet, you have them here as readily as you eat grains of rice for lunch. Semen flows as freely as water down a river, and your mouth has tasted more VAGINAl fluid than water. You lose your thoughts as both your hands continuously search for the next titty to squeeze. By now, you should have suffocated 5 times over after having had that many women sit on your face butt-naked.

Nothing in the physical world will ever compare to this experience. Words fail to describe the events here, and what succeeds is limited by the length of this account.

......

"Hey! Wake up!"

Your eyes shoot open, staring into the face of... someone.

"I found you laying face down in one of those /s/ threads. Your PENIS was oozing blood so I decided to bring you out of there."

It was indeed squirting blood, urine and semen. Lacerations spanned the entirety of the shaft, the skin torn open in places to reveal the pale connective tissue underneath and the raw pink muscles responsible for morning wood. A glimpse at this sight makes you decide to avert your gaze away from your testicles. Amazing sex though, 10/10.

"What a strange place. Say, you seem like you know your way around here. Do you know anything about this festival I've heard about? The flyers tell me it is called "bunkasai", however you say it."

Clearly this anon is lost. After your time in /s/ you feel you might be too. What else is there to do?

Suddenly you see it. Not seeing with your eyes, but through your memories. Assholes shitting up /q/, Vomitsaka the Gero Queen, that one time someone tried to promote an "imageboard" with code created with ChatGPT. That other time some anon wanted people to draw his "girlfriend". Morbidly inflated horses. Bunkasai.

>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!