The plush creatures don't seem to want to pounce you all at once. However the curious way the look at you, a few even beckoning you closer with smiles on their fuzzy faces, definitely leads you to believe that they don't exactly intend on letting you leave this building unscathed...or in this case un-furred. You decide that simply running through the room in a blind panic is a bad idea. As strange as this situation is, you realize that to get out you need to carefully plot each step. Every move you make must be like a game of solitaire, where every footstep can lead to victory or defea-hwomph!
The wind is briefly knocked out of you as you lead hard on the tile floor. You can feel a warm soft body pressed against you, a fuzzy cheek rubbing affectionately against your own. You try to struggle to your feet, but only make it as far as your knees before a pair of greyish brown arms wrap firmly around your waist, and a giant fluffy tail wrap itself possessively around you.
"No no no, ex-human. You're not going anywhere." you hear a voice behind you whisper in you ear.
"I don't wanna be a plush thing!" you cry out as the squirrel's tail press you firmly against your captor. You can feel the tail's plush fur rubbing against your face, giving you a slightly ticklish feeling.
"Neither did I at first." the squirrel says "Don't worry, though, you'll learn to love it." the squirrel says. Its plush paws release you, but before you can stand the tail coils around you, pinning your arms to your sides. You try to pry free, but the tail squeezes firmly around your body, or is it that your body is bulging against the tail. As you feel your stomach get warm and soft as stuffing begins filling your torso you decide that it's a combination of both. The squirrel places its paws against your face, rubbing your cheeks until they become warm. You can already feel fur pushing out of your face as your mouth pulls into a grin against your will. It's already changing shape, your nose pushing away from your face as a muzzle forms. You can tell that fur is crawling up your stomach and over your chest, meeting with the fur that grows down your neck and back.
"You may as well relax, nothing's going to stop this now." the squirrel says. as your head begins filling with stuffing you find the argument rather compelling. Your arms plump up as the fur and stuffing fill them, your hands changing into plush paws. Despite the horror you should feel, you can't help but find rather funny. You try to keep from laughing, but when your clothes split at the seems you lose it and begin laughing. You laugh hard as your legs and feet shift to a cartoonish squirrel shape.
"Okay...fur you I'll relax." you say through your laughter "But only because it'll be a great tail to tell my friends." you say. The joke would have made you roll your eyes this morning, but now it makes you laugh all the more as you feel a bulge poke from your rear and snake its way from out the coils of tail enclosed around you. This causes the squirrel to finally let you go. You smile and pounce the squirrel that earlier pounced you and the two of you snuggle together for the rest of the day.
That night, you see the figure of a human prowling around the dark room. You smile and point this out to your friend. You both sniffle a snicker and nod at each other. This is going to be fun.