Far up in the forested mountains that were common landmarks in the rural locales of Japan lies a derelict shrine, forgotten to time and enshrouded by choking foliage. A place of worship that had long since lost its resplendent aura, supplanted by nature with overgrown foliage creeping over the surrounding structures while wood eating termites worked to tear down the rotting wood supports, leaving the main hall at the center of the ruins more or less intact save for a sizeable hole in the rooftop, a breach through which the elements could wreak havoc on the interior.

Strangely enough, the site would remain a rarely frequented location by the humans of the modern age, only ever popping up in forum discussions between avid trekkers, thrill seekers and self-professed scholars once or twice before fading into obscurity. It was almost as if there was some form of veil placed over the abandoned shrine with the goal of tampering minds into forgetting about it.

Without the interest, there would be no more disturbances, and those who went there would simply report nothing remarkable, posting an image of two online before forgetting the topic entirely a day or two after visiting the place.

Except the strange powers that governed the place hadn't taken the modern world into account; how foreigners came and went by the thousands, visiting the land of the rising sun, with a handful inevitably coming across information related to the mysterious shrine…and just like the others before them, would grow curious enough to investigate if they had the means to.

And amongst that small handful, a notable young woman from Western shores, had gone missing after venturing to the shrine in a bid to document and spread word about the forgotten haven through the use of her blog. No one knew if she had disappeared on the way there, on-site or when she was en route back to the inn she had rented out at a nearby sleepy town nestled near the base of the forest. But with a population consisting of mostly the elderly, few bus services frequented the place, making it slightly easier to ascertain her whereabouts for those willing to do a little sleuthing and rough work.

For a certain man, heckling with stubborn foreigners and forcing lazy officials off their bums was small time work if it meant he found a lead into a case in which he'd been promised a hefty sum of money for if he could crack it. And as he stood at the base of the intimidating flight of steps leading up toward the shrine proper, hopes were high in his heart that he might be able to find her after discovering her blog and learning of her intent to visit the sequestered ruin, making doubly sure that the driver of the bus had seen her alight at that very same stop on the fateful day of her disappearance.

As for whether or not she had made the return trip down the mountain…well, that was what he intended to find out.

Either that, or he would discover a new lead altogether…crazy cultists? Ghosts? Or just a simple accident…either way, he had a job to do, and with the sun beaming down from on high, there were only a few hours left till sundown. And he'd rather be safely inside the last bus on the way back to the city rather than stuck out here in the wilderness or the quiet village below where he stood no chance of interacting with a wizened population who couldn't understand a lick of English.

So with a foot placed firmly atop the first of many steps, the private investigator ascends the mountain, ready to start sleuthing around with keen eyes peeled for anything amiss during his ascension.

Unbeknownst to him however, a strange power had since laid claim to the entire mountain range as if awakened by the vanished woman's arrival, and with its watchful gaze blanketing the forest, the investigator's presence stuck out like a sore thumb to the unnoticeable presence as it keeps track of the interloper steadily drawing closer and closer to the abandoned shrine above, plotting and scheming to ensure he never leave after discerning his motives for coming here with a mind overflowing with curiosity and a drive to find someone, someone the presence was more than familiar with but could not be bothered to keep track of after consigning her to the fate she had sealed for herself after straying off the beaten path.

While the man searched slowly and methodically, the distant being would begin laying the groundwork for the trap it had in mind for the oblivious man, focusing unknowable powers into the center of the overgrown shrine; within the main building that had once served as a prison for those such as itself, an unjust yet negligible period of time spent locked away to a timeless entity such as itself.

Searching high and low, the man would come up with nothing. Just brush and bush wherever he put his foot down, with some places caked by a layer composed of dried leaves, rotted foliage and mud to a point where the carved stone slabs that made up the grounds proper were no longer visible.

Add to that the disheartening amount of leaves, and it was looking to be an almost impossible task to discern whether someone had been here recently. Sure, there were discarded relics of the current age in the form of plastic bottles, discolored bags and emptied food packaging, but nothing that could be used as concrete evidence that his target had been here. Footprints, nada. Signs of tampering like heavy piles of debris being moved, nope…if anything, it looked like the place hadn't seen a visitor in a long time. But he knew he couldn't be discouraged before he'd even set foot inside some of the small buildings he could see leading up to an admittedly stunning centerpiece featuring a perfect fusion between man and nature in the form of a relatively untouched shrine clad in vines and shrubbery. And with only the faintest traces of weathering in comparison to the surrounding structures covered in rot and grime, it looked like restoration of the place could be a simple feat.

But what did he know? He was a private eye for hire, not an architect. And with his profession clear in mind, the suited man sets off to explore the place after having taken a short break from climbing the many steps toward his destination.

Despite his hopes that the fears at the back of his mind were false, combing the outskirts and interiors alike brought nothing noticeable, just the same old thing everywhere he looked; just piles of leaves and ruined debris he was almost hesitant to navigate after realizing how easy it would be to cause a cave in within many of the small, barely stable buildings infested with pests and decay. He found it amazingly strange how no one had pointed out this place to the authorities or something, maybe setting up a perimeter…or an even simpler addition like signs warning any would-be whippersnappers of the inherent dangers of exploring such a place without caution.

After about an hour of inspection, the only portion of the shrine that remained to be checked was the main hall itself, the only place that seemed safe enough for him to plant his full weight on without worry as he passed the boundary of the structure, walking up sturdy wooden steps that softly creaks under his foot while shifty eyes scanned the building from floor to ceiling, admiring the intricate designs of the carvings inlaid into the construction. Maintaining a simplistic appearance while radiating a sense of splendor he imagined the former inhabitants could only feel damn proud of as they put their minds into building a place worthy for a deity to inhabit…or at least, that was what he remembered the purpose of the main hall being after skimming through his target's blog.

And if this really was a home for the divine, run down or otherwise, then he could only hope the eyes from above grant him fortune in his search, none the wiser to the true nature of this place and the fate that awaited him at the hands of said eyes still keeping track of his progress…

Too focused on his immediate surroundings to notice the pale purple glow emanating from somewhere inside, the Investigator instead notes the front doors being slightly ajar, just wide enough for someone of a slender build to slip through, and as he gives the sturdy wooden thing a try, he could tell why someone would only be able to push it open to a certain extent just wide enough to push past.

Despite the pale luster of the hinges, the resistance he felt while pushing was like trying to open a rusted metal door that had sunk into the frame, using his shoulders to push and slam against the damn thing blocking his way inside, only managing to widen it just enough to fully pass through sideways, entering the dimly lit interior as his head immediately cranes upward toward the phantom light casting a mesmerizing purple glow that mixes with the sunlight shining down directly over a strange line floating in midair, painting the immediate surroundings in a multi coloured light show that had the Investigator stumped as deep brown and hot whites danced in his glassy eyes. Rubbing them for a moment to make sure he wasn't just seeing things that weren't there.

But no matter how much he rubbed or how hard he slapped his cheeks, the glowing line remained. Hovering inches off the ground while continuing to emit an ethereal light that radiates neither heat nor cold, looking like a glitch, something out of place that shouldn't exist in the normal world just sitting there without purpose.

Taking one last glance around the spacious interior with a lingering glance behind his back to make sure nothing had snuck up on him in his brief state of confusion, the man straightens up before cautiously approaching the line, walking circles around the anomaly with scrutinizing eyes locked on, trying to make sense of what he was looking at.

It was a line…simple, constant and flat, burning with a mysterious energy that didn't look or feel the least bit authentic. With a light source that bright, he should be wincing in pain with tears budding at the corner of his eyes, but the man felt no discomfort gazing right at it, nor was there any sensation of warmth to be gleaned from it. But there was one other thing that had gained his attention after coming to a stop directly in front of a notably large podium that stood empty, strewn with dust, debris and scattered brush instead of the statue that should've been there. The main reason that had drawn the curious here in the first place.

According to the vanished woman's blog, she had noted the presence of a golden statue in her initial posting detailing the shrine and the surprisingly small presence it had online. Even including snapshots from anonymous posters in online forums showcasing the impressive sculpture. Yet here he was, and there wasn't a statue to be found anywhere in the main hall or the more decrepit structures around it…and then there was that mystery line, still floating there, silent and foreboding…certainly an interesting development he hadn't expected to come across.

But that still didn't answer the question that had brought him all the way out here in the first place; what happened to Zoe…

Raising his phone after a slightly miffed sigh of disappointment at the lack of leads and a deepening of the ongoing mystery, the dour man tries to snap a picture of the line, hoping to get some answers by asking around now that he had hit a wall, but the moment a bright flash of light goes off from the camera, spontaneous activity warps the line into a spasmic ripple akin to a malfunctioning heart rate monitor before new colors bleed into the monochrome slit that had widened in a jiffy like the eye of a beast in an action flick snapping open immediately after the unfortunate cameraman carelessly leaves the flash on. Forming an eerie tear in space colored a gaudy magenta and filled with multiple disembodied eyes all gazing right at the human in their midst with unknown intent.

But this wasn't a fantasy, and in that brief period of vulnerability where adrenaline spiked all throughout his body and panic filled the man's heart, an impossibly fast blur leaps forward from within the newly opened tear in space, wrapping around the arm that held the phone with an iron grip, giving him only the briefest of moments to gaze down at the inhumanly proportioned gloved hand sporting a feminine curve to its outline extending from a main body that remained hidden within the tear, holding on to his wrist with dainty fingers clenched tight, unwilling to let go. But the worst was yet to come as a slow building sound begins to fill the air of the formerly tranquil hall, claimed by the swift arrival of unnatural darkness and silence in tandem with the tear's opening, overtaking the warm ambience with ominous energies spilling forth from it's unnerving core…and as the whistling builds, the man's skin gains a shiny, artificial hue while the formerly gaunt limb bloats and inflates like a balloon around the phantom hand holding on tight, refusing to let go even as fingers turn into featureless stubs while a callused palm becomes a bloated sphere, popping straight and erect while the phone falls to the floor with an unnoticeable clatter amidst the ear piercing sound of rushing air, peaking into a shrill ring until…

*BANG*

…a mind numbing pop fills the air, stunning the investigator as blurry eyes resulting from a shaken brain case by the up close shockwave barely catches on to the sight of the ghostly arm being flung around like a ragdoll by the burst of air after losing its grip around the bloated…thing that had replaced his arm. A sky blue, rubbery stub that looked like it was made of high quality latex, refracting light across its smooth polished length with wrinkles and creases over a vanilla stripe split by navy blue near the region where joints should've been, ending off in voluminous sleeves, beneath which lies a stubby paw like protrusion painted a pale beige in mimicry of skin.

A limb had been hollowed out, flesh had become rubber, fusing the cloth that covered it until his entire arm had been turned into an inorganic extension more akin to a doll's than a flesh and blood human. And once he realized he could no longer feel or move the squeaky, shiny thing that had supplanted his original limb, fear was all that remained in the investigator's mind as he turns to run in with a pathetic scream, sprinting for the still open door that had remained unclaimed by the sphere of darkness wrought by the still open tear that looked particularly 'angry' now with ribbon-like extensions by the sides fluttering madly in the air as another limb emerges to reinforce the first, easily catching ahold of the investigator's right foot as it lands just inches away from the exit. And as its grip tightens around his ankle, a biting chill forces him into a rough landing as his chest impacts the floor, knocking the air out of him.

But a human filled with adrenaline and a will to see the light of day again would prove difficult to hold down as displayed by the helpless man as he immediately begins scrabbling for the light, hopping like a fish out of water with his one good arm slapping and scrabbling for dear life. Not caring one bit about the expensive smartphone he was leaving behind in his bid to escape.

Ultimately, what little resistance he could put up would prove futile, and as the second hand's equally metamorphic grip tightened around his ankles, biting into socks and flesh rapidly fusing in a process not too dissimilar to what had happened to his left hand. All he could do was yell and scream for help against the rising whistle of air as that unnerving feel of losing sensation in a limb creeps up his captured leg, thankfully unable to bear witness to the sight of dusty pant legs crumpling as if crushed by invisible hands before being bleached by peachy beige as it fuses with the flesh beneath, inflating like a balloon as air magically inserts itself into hollow space where blood vessels once flowed around muscle and bone.

*BANG*

Like birds of prey, no empathy would be shown by the first hand as it drifts by an artificial leg with notably more care put into its design over the simple stick of an arm that stuck out from his side. Complete with undulating waves given shape by plump thighs and tender calves, leading down to another vanilla stripe segmenting an extruded hoop that looked like a fluffy sock secured by 'ribbons' of blue like the one on his stunted arm, tapering into malleable joints that end in simple, black pads with the most laziest stripe of white to identify it as a shoe…

In contrast with his remaining leg, it was clear to see that the rubberised limb was feminine in nature, especially when its curvaceous length was connected to a portion of bloated buttocks and expanded hips that, unlike the smooth transition above, presented some form of disruption that the still very much aware human being could feel with much duress as an enlarged mass pushes hard against the as of yet unchanged fabric that made up the remnants of his pants, glued tight to the faux leg by the unearthly magics still at work as the disembodied hand finds purchase around his left knee, haphazardly dragging him back to where his phone laid like a thug dragging someone across the floor, all while incoherent words of denial left his babbling mouth, his mind shaken, his body sapped of its ability to move itself to his command with one useless arm bouncing across the floor while a fattened, girlish leg squeaks and creaks as its rubbery mass jiggles with each bounce. And very soon, his left leg as well once it follows suit with the lower half beginning to twist in the wrong direction once the unknown force guiding the gloved hand spreads the affliction, strengthening it's grip as flaccid rubber depresses between fingers now that the solidity of flesh and bone wasn't there to stand against it.

In a brief moment of lucidity amidst the overwhelming pit of depressive helplessness he was trapped in, the investigator finds the last bit of strength inside himself to try and turn the tide of this hopeless situation. Gritting his teeth, he summons every ounce of strength his abdominals could afford him to twist around, an incredibly hard feat to pull off without his primary arm and an entire half of his lower half rendered useless. But still he would try, and remarkably, he would succeed in this last ditch attempt to fight back against the odds, landing a good hit on the arm dragging him toward the floating 'eye' in a spinning punch that ends with another rough belly flop, wasting no time in speeding toward the exit like a worm, using everything he bad left just to force himself forward, bit by bit toward the amber light as the sun begins to set over the forested landscape in the outside world he desperately wanted to return to, fighting to the very last breath even as he feels the twin manipulators cold grasp return as one grabs ahold of his already rubberized arm while the other struggles with his one remaining arm, repulsed by rabid trashing and maddened slaps that make it difficult for his inhuman foe to apply its cursed touch.

But a man was still a man, just a regular human being. And no amount of willpower would be enough to free him of the one hand that held a firm grip over the stretchy latex limb keeping him pinned while the other gradually begins to win it’s own fight, applying small amounts of it’s rubberizing touch with each stroke and pinch until a combination of exhaustion and numbness from vanished mass reduces the investigator's energetic trashing into sluggish flailing, an opening the grasping limb takes advantage of as it finally grabs on to his forearms, instantly turning the throbbing muscle into thick layers of rubber plastered beneath shimmering latex hide, popping and squealing in its tight grip while pores seal and hair follicles disintegrate from the fusion with inanimate material washing over his last arm, melting clawed fingers together into a pad while blubbery extensions reach out to surround them, leaving his right arm looking like a discolored and awfully elongated cauliflower as he continues to pull ahead despite the sound of tortured rubber filling the air alongside that damned whistling. He was inches away from the exit now, just a bit more, if he could just kick forward a few more times with his last semi-converted limb, then he could-

*BANG*

-then he could be free to wiggle his way out of the gap. With his mind vehemently in denial and misplaced triumph burning strong, he could barely hear the third pop, nor could he feel an encroaching third arm until it was upon him, sending a tingle running up his spine upon the unmistakable sensation of a woman's hand running over his groin, stirring it awake as a sudden pang of arousal amidst the tension causes him to slip and fall, never to stand on his own again while the down under surprise continues to minister to his needs, stroking and kneading in a way no other woman could ever hope to match as delicate fingers pressed at the right spots while cushioned palms clad in heavenly silk form an insulated blanket that imparts soothing warmth unlike the deathly chill wielded by its brethren.

The private eye was no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh, but never before had he ever received a handjob this divine. And with such firm sway over his mind and body established, the man could do little but squirm and jerk like a worm as the victorious limbs drag him back toward the magenta void, too worn out and wracked by euphoria to put up any more resistance as the changes that would seal his fate begin to spread over his erect loins and down over his remaining leg, bouncing the squeaking of rubber around the dark chamber with that dreadful sound of rushing air once more as the newcomer continues to stroke and knead an ever growing, rod that seemed far too big to be normal, expanding into equine proportions while the fabric around it begins to shimmer and sparkle with latex polish.

With each perverse up-and-down cycle performed by the uncaring hand, more changes would begin to wrack the investigator's lower half as the unchanged half of his rear finishes turning into a shimmering orb of beige, completing the formation of a literal bubble butt while the remnants of his left leg are consumed, leaving it indistinguishable from the other rotund limb. All while the center mass between them continues to bubble and shift as testicles melt, coiling around the comically large pecker jutting out from beneath the hem of an extending, sky blue kimono taking shape from the converted mass of his top as the trio's combined transformative effects begin to bleed over to his torso, producing subtle creaks and pops as air rushes in to fill out hollowed out shoulders while trained muscle, toned flesh and the vestiges of a protective suit softens before bloating and shifting into a singular mass in the shame of a nubile young woman's hourglass figure portrayed by a tight waistline, bountiful hips and a bovine bosom as pectorals sag forth into ovoid shapes lined with an inner padding of silicone and rubber to give it life-like perkiness and heft before dull nipples tingle as they swell and harden, changing from unnoticeable stubs into swollen bumps; inverted nipples pressing up tight against clothing, irritated and highly sensitive to the touch…or at least, one could only imagine that they were from the intricate painting and craftsmanship used to bring that little detail to life on the body of what was clearly a blow-up doll, complete with a plastic nozzle insertion port for an air pump where a belly button once was…clothing, skin, flesh, organs, all had become one, mutating a burly man's body into that of a voluptuous babe dressed in a bubbly kimono, as fake as the material that made up her inanimate form. With the only reminder that it was once a red blooded man being the still moving head of the investigator nestled disproportionately atop a dainty neck, too dazed to even utter a word from the intense bliss assaulting his mind, and strangely enough; the last portion of his body he could still feel unlike before, centered around a squishy navel and the vague shadow of an artificial chamber within, linked with a tight passageway leading to the gradually loosening, gunmetal gray dildo his manhood had been converted into…

*BANG*

…and with a fourth and eruption of air, the hand below the yukata begins to thrust vigorously, no longer gentle in its approach as it squeezes the solid sex toy in its grip, forcing it into a rubbery canal that was just as tight and juicy as the real thing despite its artificial appearance; sporting a dark blue rim instead of labia lips and damp folds while specially designed molds served to mimic the undulating muscles of a woman's vaginal walls, clenching and relaxing around the fitting girth easily sliding past to knock at a self cleaning womb-like void nestled nicely away within the toy's center mass as lax hands squeak, joints creak, rubber whines and the sounds of sex fill the air, accompanied by the gradually rising pitch of a man groaning and crying out in a final display of dismay and rage against how sinfully good it felt, experiencing the pleasures of the female form through a warped body whose defilement wasn't quite over yet as a noticeable discoloration in skin tone creeps over softening cheeks while the edges of his visage round out into a shapely chin. Framed by light locks of pink that tumble down past cute ears in silken tufts…but that level of normalcy (however one could define a man changing into a woman as normal) wouldn't last forever as the faux tone of shiny beige resumes it's conquest over beige, struggling to vocalize a coherent sound as lungs hollow out and a voice box deflates before vanishing entirely, leaving a smooth canal that leads straight down to the aforementioned void, panicking the investigator as widened eyes peer out into the world; the last bastion of the human she once was, unable to say anything once muscles go inert while teeth and lips are repurposed to serve as the rubbery rim to a circular hole painted strawberry pink, hazy eyes barely managing to catch sight of blob like shapes coming down from above as individual strands of hair intertwine and conjoin into a jiggly mass. Turning the silhouette of her shadow against the floor into a perverse play of a woman frozen in a pose of acceptance being assaulted as two hands squeeze, pinch and tug on blubbery breasts while their comrade continues to wreak havoc on an artificial pussy down below. Steadily reaching climax as the sounds of contorting rubber and creaking joints continues to play, completely devoid of human flavor now that their victim could no longer voice her concerns with the ability to do so stripped from her as easily as they had done to her manhood and body…and when the last of her eyes are replaced by an artistic depiction of one reminiscent of Japanese anime, the ruination of the human form was complete.

She had been born into the world as a boy, growing up with a respectable life before the adult world would come and flip things on his head. And after many a bad decision that had led her up to this point, this would be the last…

She had been christened into the world as Dan, growing up to become an investigator who had come all the way to the middle of nowhere in Japan seeking someone. But as of this very moment? That would no longer be the case. Not a man with a mission, not a red blooded human, just a love doll to be used by whoever would have the fortune to come across a prize such as herself, putting her to great use like the hands that ravaged her hollow form, giving her snatch no time to rest while fingers crept into her oral cavity before an entire hand follows suit, plugging her top while another worked to satisfy her throbbing tummy, freezing as tension builds in the doll's body, quivering and trembling while a low rumble fills the air…

Instead of a moan, all that would escape her perpetually frozen 'O' of a mouth was a wet gurgle as the hand that kept it sealed swiftly exits, soaked in juices released by self lubricating walls with an excess amount that drips slowly out of and down her latex face. Accompanied by maddened spasms from the orgasming doll as the dildo that once filled her drops to the floor after slipping free of her slick innards once a tremendous spray of artificial precum shooting forth from a tiny hole beneath the rim of her naughty bits rendered her vaginal cavity slippery and wet, soaking the floorboards thoroughly as the newly created sex toy collapses with a squeak, freed but unmoving in the midst of the three arms before they retreat back into the ever present tear in space with their mission having been accomplished to excellent effect. Ending the shroud of unnatural darkness as the searing eye seals itself, allowing the crimson beam of an evening sun to enter through the semi opened doors to the main hall. Devoid of activity now that the man who had entered was left as nothing more than a subservient soul trapped within a perverted shell of rubber and latex, hungering for another burst of orgasmic bliss to stimulate her simplistic mind…

"My, my…whatever do we have here~"

Barely able to move in response to the amused voice brimming with faux ignorance from outside, all she could do was sit and wait as an approaching figure casts a shadow over her slick body, quivering in excitement as gloved hands not too dissimilar to the contorted ones that had made her so runs over her body, tracing the contours of her hips, testing the weight of a breast before finally gracing her cheeks, turning her lightweight form to bring her face to face with a blonde enchantress dressed in robes of mesmerizing purple highlighted in white, black and red.

Amused by the doll's unfeeling visage with a very clear awareness of the subdued human soul within, the lady places her rubbery find face first on the ground before patting her dress down, fluffing her rump with both hands, confidence beaming from her calm visage as she drops herself down on the frighteningly fragile looking doll, instantly producing a cacophony of noise as her full weight comes to bear upon the kneeling thing, vocalizing a scream through the sound of squealing rubber tortured into bloated shapes as her bosom flattens against the floor, providing a modicum of support while static limbs jut straight out from the sides, with twin cheeks of an immense ass serving as a comfortable cushion for the unremorseful blonde to lean on.

And down below where her ass had come to rest, the doll's vision was shrouded by darkness, forced to kneel with her head stuck grinding against the solid wood, serving as a bumrest for who she now knew to be her owner, her mistress…and when she finally seemed content after a few more strenuous seconds had passed, the drooling doll leaking its love out of her orifices wanted more as her strained body slowly regains its former shape as a yukata clad maiden, arms by her side, legs bent over in supplication, unabashedly spilling another load before on the floor as her head crumples inward from the domineering lady's grip as she plucks her pet off the floor, cradling her like a mother would her child. And now that she was close enough, the doll shivered in ecstasy, not just from the euphoric bliss of being sat on but by the impossible beauty of her mistress.

But the most striking of her features by far were her eyes. Burning with an unnerving level of cunning and mystique that gave her the aura of someone dangerous, masked behind the falsetto safety of feminine allure. Ready to strike at a moment's notice when whoever she had set her sights on would let their guard down. Eyes that would never waver in their watch…yet were equally as capable of endearing gentleness as demonstrated in the way the lady's piercing gaze softens at the sight of the bodacious doll nestled close to her bosom, rubbing up against hers while a playful finger traces the rim of her 'lips', wiping up the fluid staining its shiny surface with another hand rubbing a smooth belly with clear delight upon noticing the subtle tremors of bliss running through the body of her newly acquired joy toy.

"Hmm…to think my watchful eyes would produce such a perverse mimicry of her of all people…why I'm almost tempted to give you a try right here and now."

Cutting the moment short before she went too far, the woman's hand stroking the doll's core immediately collapses into a fist before twisting firmly, accompanied shortly thereafter by a shrill whistle and an immediate relaxation in the rubber woman's pose as air begins to leak out of her body through the breach in her belly. Making the doll feel slightly disappointed as her vision begins to go dark. But she knew this sleep was only temporary.

For when she next awoke, it was guaranteed that she would awaken in her mistress' home, far removed from the mundane world of humans. A place where she would have all the time in the world to surrender herself willingly to her gratuitous touch with the appropriate privacy for such an intimate act. A thought shared with Yukari Yakumo as she relaxes into a reclined position, resting her mass on the sudden re-emergence of the void from before, except this time it's form shifts into the shape of an S, perfect for its mistress to rest nicely on as it begins to send her through to the other side with her prize in hand, closing without a sound and as fast as the first once the last of Yukari's dress vanishes from sight. Leaving the main hall silent and empty once more…save for the investigator's phone…until a tiny gap opens just wide enough for a dainty index finger to protrude forth and scurry it away.

Zoe's fate would remain forever unknown, the investigator's, even more so. And until the next arrival made themselves known at the obscure shrine, the omnipotent presence within a pocket isolated from even that of the already sequestered realm tucked away from the world at large would make sure to thoroughly enjoy the buxom representation of her closest friend as much as possible, keeping her needy little plaything happy and content for the long, foreseeable future…

THE END