You slowly back away from the man, and then the berry bush catches your eyes again. He shakes his head and takes a step closer, but you growl at him to warn him off, feeling an impulsive need to continue eating. You reach out and swipe one from the bush, taking a bite, and soon find yourself lured back to it, stuffing your face again. Your would-be saviour just watches from a distance in surrender, and somewhere deep in your mind you can feel yourself begging, wishing silently that he would stop you from eating. Your stomach swells and you feel nearly full to bursting.
Something snaps in your mind. Unable to contain yourself, you feel a wetness growing in your groin and matting your fur, and your hand slips down to gently probe at your new slit, mixing the pulp of the berries into your already sticky fur. With your other hand you continue to eat them, feeling your nipples grow erect as your arousal intensifies. Suddenly, an all-too familiar itch rushes across your body, and you pause to look at yourself in concern. Your fur is beginning to darken and shift in colour, gradually turning more yellow. You groan softly as your swollen belly recedes and slowly turns back to normal, as if the fruit inside of you was being processed quicker than you could eat it.
A few leaves and vines begin to poke and wrap themselves around your mane of hair and fur, which begins to take on a distinct green tint. Fear and terror consumes every hope you have; you feel your normal self fade away as your mind is irreparably altered and changed. You feel a sense of responsibility and childhood to this bush, and a need to provide it with the help it needs to grow into a mighty tree.
Glancing back at the man, you grin slightly as he gapes at you. You trace your slit hungrily and leave the berries be for the moment.
A voice whispers into your mind: "He must join us..."