Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/53/en

Another surge rushed through the machine and into the air around him. His gasp was strangled by the pressure blossoming against his chest. His shirt tented out; his flesh was achingly hot and stiff and swollen, He had breasts. They tugged at his shirt and rubbed at the fabric until they were tender and swelled again, large enough to overflow his cupped palms, wobbling atop his ragged breaths.