Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/55/en

A third time the unseen energy swelled through him, forcing mass into his chest. He dragged his arms apart. They trembled from the strain. His nipples dented his shirt visibly, and they ached between the cool air and his body heat. Rubber snapped beneath him and his arms flew free, knocking into the walls of the machine. They were coated by slick, glossy latex, a thin coat that smoothed out the details and left his fingers sleek and soft and rubbery.