But the best part of her was two fold, her legs and her face. Her eyes in particular, I could get lost in them for days. She saw me staring and told...me to get a move on in a very seductive way. So I went into the bathroom, went to the form I morphed into earlier and put on a bath robe and walked into the bedroom. Was she surprised to see a girl to come in. She was thinking of a ripped guy with a 10” cock. At least she got part of it right. It was hard to hide my hard-on with her spread. Lorielle was now a human. She had long, red, curly hair. She had the most beautiful green eyes. She was 5’8 and about 110 pounds. She had long legs and she was beautiful. She also had no clothes on and had the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen. She did not have any hair on her pussy. She was completely bald. “Let me put some clothes on you." I again said some magic words and then Lorielle was in a dress and flats. She looked beautiful. “Okay, we just have to take a short walk. I literally. There was an iron bar, about two feet long, welded to the wall at a height of some eight feet. He was made to stand beneath the bar and his wrists were secured together with plastic ties and then he felt his arms lifted above his head. Another plastic tie was used to secure his wrists at full stretch above him to the iron bar. His ankles were each placed in a plastic tie and then secured tightly to iron rungs set into the floor of the cell, about three feet apart. He was now completely. She stepped into the mud, revealing in the feeling of it squishing between her toes. The warm mud enveloped the outside of her feet. She felt her pussy get warm and wet as she crossed the muddy ground. She peeled off her shirt exposing her B-cup tits. Her big hard nipples protruded almost an inch from her pancake areolas. Halfway to the water, she sunk into the mire up to mid-calf. The mud seeped in between her leggings and skin. Her arousal grew with each step. She felt her bladder straining.