The lioness rests her head on your shoulder, oddly enough you can hear her purring in your ear. The way she holds you against her plush body makes you feel as though she's as much hugging you as she is restraining you. The plush comfort and soothing sound in your ears takes a bit of the fight out of you and your struggles go from being desperate to being almost token.
"Lions aren't supposed to be able to purr." you mention.
"Plush toys aren't supposed to be able to talk." she counters.
"Touche-hey hey!" you cry out, your plus quickening again as you see the floor rushing up to greet you. You let out an involuntary "oof" as you hit the floor, her plush arms only helping cushion the fall slightly. It takes a few minutes to get your breath back. By the time you do you can feel the odd sensation of a plush tongue sliding up your neck and up the back of your head, and then again. She's licking you. You struggle again, even weaker this time, but it does you no good.
"I've got to stop thinking that this day can't get any weirder, because it always does. Why are you-?" your question is cut of as she shifts her paw over your mouth partially to get a better angle at licking you, and - most likely - partially to stop you from talking so much. You feel a strange warmth spreading over the back of your head and along the sides of your face as she begins licking you there as well. You watch as your nose begins changing and you feel a round set of ears arise atop your head. Fur...you're getting fur on your face. Your old ears disappear as the fur covers them.
"Don't worry, baby, everything will seem just fine once mama gets done cleaning all this human skin off of you." she says in a soothing voice. Your head changes entirely and you watch tan fur crawl over your shoulders and down your arms. As the fur reaches your hands your fingers curl up into paws. You also feel more of your body being pinned to the ground by the maternally-minded monster. Your paws and arms shrink before your eyes.
You renew your struggles, trying desperately to extract yourself from your would-be mother, but it does no good , she pulls up into a seated position, tugging you into her laps as she does so. She wraps her arms around you once again and begins nuzzling you again. It's hard to stay mad at her at this point, considering how nice she's being to you. With you being smaller your struggles are laughable at this point, and it almost looks like you're attempting to snuggle the lioness right back. As the fur creeps over your chest and down your back, leaving your insides feeling soft and warm you actually catch yourself doing exactly that.
"Jeeze, I'm enjoying this." you say with horror and your struggles stop, hoping to regain your mind. As you stand still the changes speed up, turning your human legs into lion's and your feet into paws. The warmth of growing fur crawls down your back. the last bit of human skin, your tailbone to be exact, is swallowed up and a lion cub's tail snakes it's way between you and your mother. Would-be mother you remind yourself, though the denial seems a bit hollow. Finally as the changes complete she lets you go. You leaps away from the lioness and turn to face her. Feelings of fear and confusion come to the surface as your increasingly fuzzy mind tries to come to grips with what's happened.
"Awww...my baby is frightened. Do you want a hug from mama?" she asks. You try to resist, but the truth is that there's nothing you want more. You slowly start walking back to her open arms, which quickly wrap around you. Your fears slowly fade away, as does the memory of your previously human life. Soon you're reveling in the comfort of your new mother's warm hug.
A small part of your rational mind idly wonders that night as you lay sleeping next to your mom, if you'll grow up to be a true lion someday or if you'll stay a plush lion cub forever. Neither options sounds particularly bad, nor important for that matter. You close your eyes and soon fall asleep.