Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/81/en

His chin and snout were trapped on the inside of the tapered muzzle. He couldn’t stretch the latex enough to open his mouth, nor could he force the mask back off his face. Rubber pushed against his skin, smoothing his fur down, forming a tight seal. A rubber nub, like a short nozzle, popped into his mouth. It fit between his top and bottom teeth and he could do nothing but bite down on it.