"I need help. A doctor. Please!"They ignored him. Didn't so much as glance in his direction. It was asif he were invisible.The light pulsed again. Red...and bloody, like a heartbeat. The nauseadeepened.Seized by a sudden instinct, he waddled back to the bathroom. His thighsdidn't seem to join his trunk the way they used to. He felt lower to theground, wider. But he knew that couldn't be right. Everything wassmaller, so he had to be taller. Such were the thoughts flitting throughthe edges of his. Her face was now screwed up in a look of utter bliss as Francis’ big cock stretched her wide and plundered her depths. Again, Francis looked at me.“See how she loves it, Pete. You can’t blame her really, Pete, it’s only natural after all. A beautiful woman being mated by a big African male. She loves taking it deep, Pete, Loves how I stretch her out, at least that’s what she’s told me. Do you like watching her like this, Pete?”This time it was clear he expected an answer, and as he grinned. Not of happiness, as you might've expected, but horror at how bad our dehydration made us look. It was such a shock we lost center, and our horror and excitement meant it took us several seconds to calm down and get back on the job.We braced ourselves for the sight of our face, and recreated the sight. Speaking about the physics of the process, it was very much the same as a normal view. It was full color rather than just yellow. There was more yellow than usual because of the yellow the blob. So in my bathroom over there is a black body Lycra suit. Put it on and I'll get ready for our steps I want to practice. Oh and no underwear." Adding that part made a twinkle gleam in her eyes.Swallowing nervously, he went to the brightly lit bathroom. "Wow It's Black suit!" He slowly undressed in the cold bathroom. He thought as he got naked, "Oh man what if she can see my cock and balls?" Fretting, he took his time putting on the suit.Knocking on the door, "Is everything OK?" her worried voice.