The plants cover your body, gripping onto you and melting into your body. Your body that's now covered in slime, spread further by your struggles. Fur spreads down your limbs, the slime hardening into some sort of wood-like texture on your hands. Your face lengthens into a muzzle, your ears soon following as they pin back.
Your hand grips onto one of the vines, and you pant as they shift into clawed paws. You squeal, voice dripping away, as several vines turn into tails, including the one you clutch to steady yourself. Your body sways, new appendages twisting about to try and steady you as the remaining plants retreat, satisfied that there's no longer a threat.