Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/100/en

They had taken away his clothes and trapped him in latex gloves and boots and given him breasts like some kind of freak. The prickling expansion of the latex inched over his chest, toward the mounds that bounced with every motion of his body. He reached to touch his muzzle, and despite the layer of rubber on his hands and on his snout, it almost felt like he could touch skin to skin–both layers were surprisingly thin for their resilience.