The change that comes over you is not physical this time, but mental. You suddenly come to believe it's a great idea to remove the pits from those cherries, that came from you, and plant them.
The baker opens the door and says "See? I now have three good fruits."
He takes up the giant cherries and cuts them, but leaving the pits behind. You ignore him until you see a chance to grab up the pits, compelled to plant them somewhere. You have to get outside.
You rush past the baker and out of the store and the mall. But you stop, realizing where you are, and look around to see that the mall has disappeared and you're back in the park. Your hometown must be nearby again. But you still feel the urge to plant those seeds of yours. Eagerly you look around for a patch of soil and find one near a stream. Digging a hole, you bury the pits, and after you cover them with soil again your urge finally disappears.