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“Dude, I told you not to eat those pink berries,” Eric told me. I had just been pulling them off a bush and popping them in.
“I thought they were raspberries,” I said. “What are these?”
“You’ll find out,” he said, and my body started tingling.
That’s when the stretching began. I felt a hard pull from every direction as I gradually grew taller, lankier, like a piece of taffy being stretched. I arches my feet as they became longer, my toes wriggling like fingers. Even my dick stretched out.
“What the hell?” I gasped.
Eric just smirked at me. Then the mental changes started – suddenly he was the hottest man I’d ever seen. I had to have him. Service him. Make him happy.
“What’s happening to me?” I slurred.
“Perfect berries,” Eric said. They turn you into the perfect mate of the next person you see. You know I like tall dumb guys, right?“
I stepped over to him and put my hand on his shoulder, pulling him close for a kiss. It was weird to be doing this to my best friend, and then suddenly it wasn’t weird at all. I was his slut.
“You gonna fuck me?” I asked, gesturing to our van parked nearby.
“Might as well,” said Eric. “Strip down and get in so I can inspect this new body of yours.”

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My dad had asked me to house sit for one of his friends, since I lived nearby and my dad didn’t. It was fun, a big new house and interesting decor. Just a few nights staying there after work to make sure no one broke in and I was done. Weirdly, no pictures of the owner, but I liked the big bed that was for me and the massaging shower. Even the soft music that played at night elsewhere in the house.

Before work the day after they got back I went over to return the keys I had used, having spent the night back at my own place. It wasn’t as fun.

Walking up the steps to the large porch I could see a guy in the living room, seemingly working out shirtless to something on the tv, with headphones on. He looked good. I knocked at the window and he didn’t react, but another form did and moved to the door. The door. Oh no! I’d left the house keys back on my bedside table. This is going to be awkward.

I walked over to the door and when he opened it I very much liked what I saw. He too was shirtless, jeans, fit and handsome. He was holding a coffee mug and asked “yes?”

I spoke in a rush. “Hey, morning. I’m the guy who was house sitting for you, and I meant to come by this morning to return them but I seem to have left them at home so I’ll run back and get them.”

He put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Calm down. Thank you for coming by. Don’t worry, the keys will come back to us. Let’s get you paid.” He set the coffee mug down and pulled a credit card out of his pocket, shiny in the morning light, obviously new. “You can process this?”

“Yeah,” I say, and pull out my phone. I put in the information as he gives it, in his calm voice, and when done he grinned and flipped the card in the ligh—

“…and waking up enough to check in with you, calm and honest. How are you?”

I blinked and realized I was missing a little time. My phone was back in my pocket, and I didn’t remember putting it there. I also didn’t remember pulling my cock out of my pants either, but there I was, turned on.

“You should have asked.”

“Hmm?”

“You should have just asked,” I repeat, looking up from my cock, past his own bulge, and to his face. “You should have just asked, I’m already gay and like hypnosis.” I grinned. He grinned back.

“Subliminals while I was here?” I guessed.

“Yeah. They’ve left you a bit suggestible and,” he said, reaching down to my cock and giving it a squeeze before, impossibly, pulling it a bit longer, like clay. “Malleable, when you’re here. You mind?”

“Not at all, believe me. But,” I cupped his own substantial package while giving him a kiss on the cheek, “I do have to get to work. I’ll come over after?”

“You’ve got the keys, I would like you to use them.”

“Perfect,” I said, reaching down to put my cock away, enjoying the feel of it being just a little longer and still malleable while hard. I start to turn away and he said “one more thing before you go, for safety.

I turned back and looked him in the eyes. “Yeah?”

“Wake up.”

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My sleeping mind can be a jerk and this is the dream it provided me today, with the same sudden end without delicious resolution. I wanted to get it down before it faded. Hopefully I’ll be returning to that house in the future.

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I live in an area that, tonight, there’s going to be fireworks set off all around for the next three or four hours, just a random staccato of explosions and color in the sky. Wonder if anyone’s ever been hypnotized by a fireworks display?