"Ya know I'd like to have a male lion around." she says as her cheek strokes affectionately against yours.
"Please let me go-oh, that pun was awful." you say, having just caught on to her play on words.
"Oh you'll get used to my sense of humor once we're mated." she says. As she rubs her face against yours you begin to feel a strange tickling sensation along the side of your face and neck. You see a few orange hairs come into view from the top of your head. When you feel your face getting soft and your nose beginning to get flatter and wider you begin to struggle anew.
"Mated?" you gasp, trying to push away from her."
"Yep, you're gonna be my mane man." she says and laughs again. Your head warms as it's covered with short plush fur. Despite how terrible the pun is, you can't help but snicker a little bit. Your body ends up swelling slightly and you can feel yourself filling with soft stuffing. Your clothes stretch as your body gets larger. Just as you're about to break free with your now softer, more pliable form your captor flops forward, causing a slight "pfff" sound as your now stuffed body falls painlessly to the floor. You manage to worm an arm away from the lioness and try to crawl away from her, but she wraps her arms around your torso making pleased noises as you continue to change. Your hand changes shape before your eyes, changing to a combination of a lion's paw and a human hand. The golden plush fur sprouts over your arm as it swells.
"Paws." she says into your ear.
"I'd like to pause, but these stupid changes keep happening anyway." you tell her, an involuntary laugh escapes from you shortly after saying that, echoed by one from the lioness.
"See?" she says "You're already lightening up." She says as her paws stray to your pants, which she unbuttons. She lets you go to work the jeans from your body. You take the opportunity to pull away from her, but your jeans stay behind, leaving you naked below the waist. You stand up and notice that the lioness, previously quite a bit taller then you, now is somewhat shorter. You look at your legs to see that your underwear has come away with your pants, allowing you a full view of your legs becoming those of a plush anthropomorphic lion. You gasp as every last part of your body...every part...covers with plush fur. You run your paws over your face and press them against your body, finding no hint of bone in you at all. You look at the lioness.
"I'm a lion." you say, your tone a mixture of disbelief and resignation.
"Fur sure." she says. This time you both laugh. As you do you feel the weight of the situation lifting. It becomes hard to imagine why you were so worried about this. As the mutual laughter dies down you look into the eyes of the incredibly attractive lioness before you. She coyly looks away from you, but still reaches out to take your paw in hers. You smile as she pulls you into the back offices. You follow her happily, knowing you could definitely use some alone time.
Hours later, the two of you snuggle in an otherwise empty back office. Night has long since fallen. The tell-tale sign of a flashlight makes you realize that a stranger has entered the building. You nudge your mate and point it out to her. She smiles as the two of you stand up, mentally going over a checklist of the things you'll do once the two of you capture this person.