The Pampshifter: Chapter 15

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Consciousness was not a friend to Roland as he awoke to find his body becoming engulfed by the goo that now made up the whole of Donnie’s diaper. As someone who had worn diapers more times in his life than he’d like to admit as a spaceman, it was a strange sensation to have a messy diaper moving around him like a liquid while also maintaining its crinkly texture. He would’ve found it more embarrassing if his mind weren’t already succumbing to the slime monster’s mental takeover. What at one point felt gross and humiliating soon grew hot and pleasurable. What was wrong with him?! He wasn’t supposed to want to fill his diaper with mushy, gushy muck until he could no longer stand. Speaking of which…

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRT!!!*

In the midst of his regression, Roland’s adult mind vacated his body through his bowels, leaving him dull and docile for the gooey parasite to control. “Mmmmmm! M-More!” he stuttered, fully giving into his new, carnal desires as he began humping Donnie’s massive goo diaper from below like his life depended on it.

Meanwhile, Meg slipped into the med bay undetected, though she knew she wouldn’t have long before Donnie and his pet slime realized she’d crawled away to safety. Unfortunately, the sprinklers were still running, creating a very unpleasant environment for Meg to come up with a plan. She considered finding a way to lure Donnie into the med bay so that perhaps Mason could reopen the emergency door. But now that Roland was also under the goo’s nasty influence, that plan seemed incredibly risky.

That left Meg with one other option: the air duct. Located on the wall opposite the doors was a single air duct that led to a maintenance shaft. This, however, would send her down into the depths of the ship’s engine, which was a place she rarely ventured and never without an engineer accompanying her. It was like a maze down there. Moreover, she wasn’t precisely thrilled with the idea of cramming herself into such an enclosed space. Though, between the vent and a one-way ticket to a stinky fate, it was hardly a choice. Using a scalpel, she unscrewed the four bolts holding the vent in place and quietly snuck inside just as the creature was finishing with Roland’s transformation.

“Mmmmm! Goddess, that feels good! Who knew diapers could make me so…horny,” said Roland, a seductive and sadistic smirk gracing his lips as he plunged his fists into the base of his diaper until they were gobbled up by the plushy padding.

Petting Roland’s short, spiky hair like a doting mother, Donnie provided gentle aftercare to his new crewmate. “And you can feel like this forever now that you are one with us. After all, nothing could possibly feel better than submitting to our touch,” he said, never breaking eye contact with Mason as he spoke.

Unaware of Meg’s miraculous escape, Mason could barely watch what was unfolding as he stared at the cuddly duo through the emergency door’s port window. He’d looked up to Roland ever since joining the Juventas crew. To see him doing something so depraved and knowing it was due in part to his cowardice was the purest form of torture. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he shouted, furiously ramming his forehead against the glass, “We can’t just sit here.”

“Sure, we can,” said Luna nonchalantly. She leaned against her back against the door and angled her head toward Mason, “Face it, your buddies are alien food. And unless you want to join them, I suggest we go back to your former boss’s original plan.”

Ceasing his assault on the window with his skull, Mason ran a hand through his hair as he shifted his eyes toward Luna. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he said, his patience for Luna having long dried up.

“I’m talking about abandoning ship,” said Luna, grabbing both of Mason’s shoulders and squaring up with him, “Life support may not have handled four well but two? That’s more than doable.”

Mason shook his head rapidly. He’d already left part of his crew behind with the alien. The idea of abandoning them entirely made his heart ache. “No…no, there has to be something we can do. Some way to fight back!” he said, still clinging to a last strand of hope.

Tragically, Luna remained unmoved by Mason’s desire to play hero. Her hands shifted from his shoulders to the sides of his head as she gripped his jawline tightly. “There’s nothing we can do but survive! Get that through that thick fucking head of yours!” she said, no longer playing nice with who she believed to be the last crewmember of this ill-fated voyage, “Now, I really don’t care what you do. I’m going take that escape pod and get the hell off this ship. Either join me or stay the fuck out of my way.”

Glancing back at the port window and then back at Luna, Mason felt caught between a rock and a hard place. Did he really have it in him to leave his crew behind to such a humiliating fate?

TO BE CONTINUED…

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