The Pampshifter: Chapter 14

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“Oh, Meeeeeeeg!” shouted Donnie in a sing-songy voice as a tendril sprouted from his diaper and slammed against one of the hallway’s side panels, making his taunting words all the more daunting, “That wasn’t very NICE!” He bashed another gooey tentacle against the ceiling, causing the overhead fluorescent lighting to flicker as his slimy diaper carried him toward the rest of his crew.

With Donnie gaining on Meg, Mason, and Roland, Luna’s fear spiked at the worst possible moment. She wasn’t about to get herself brainwashed by some messy diaper monster. Her work was far too important. Clenching her jaw tight, she threw the switch for the emergency door without hesitation, giving her crewmates as little time as possible to reach the safety barrier.

“STAND BY FOR CLOSING AIRLOCK DOORS!” said Mother over the ship’s loudspeakers as a thick, metal door began to lower at a steady pace.

Mason and Meg’s legs carried them as quickly as they could but it soon became clear that so long as they shouldered Roland, all three of them would likely fail to make it through the door in time.

In a moment of panic, Mason let go of half of Roland’s body and leaped for the door, causing all of Roland’s weight to collapse onto Meg. Luckily for him, his instinctual decision got him through the shuttering door right with just enough room to squeeze through. Had he acted even a split second later, he probably would’ve been trapped on the wrong side with Donnie, or worse, crushed. Unfortunately, the realization of what he had done only hit him as he let out his first exasperated sigh. “Shit! Meg! Roland!” he yelled, bouncing back up to his feet and staring at his abandoned crewmates through the tiny port window in the door. He banged his cowardly fists on the door, furious with himself.

Trapped beneath Roland’s torso, Meg could not have been in a worse position. She shook and smacked Roland’s body around, hoping to either wake him up or roll him off. Sadly, her efforts only managed to stir him from his concussion-fueled sleep momentarily with him too dazed to understand the terror that was about to descend on him.

“Aw, looks like your loving crew left you behind,” said Donnie, staring down at his intertwined crew members as the creature inhabiting his diaper hovered directly over their bodies, “Oh, but don’t despair. There’s plenty of room on MY crew.” His form slowly lowered itself onto Roland, ensnaring his arms and legs in the same goo that Donnie’s body was surrounded by.

Meg, meanwhile, could only scream as the slime circulated around her, barely missing her as she completely buried herself beneath Roland’s body. She squinted her eyes shut, expecting to be done in by the malleable creature in a matter of seconds. Much to her surprise, though, as the slime slowly coated Roland’s body, it also lifted it slightly, easing his weight off of Meg ever so slightly. While this didn’t give her a huge window to escape, it was all she had to work with.

Grabbing onto Roland’s shirt, Meg inched her body out from under his, sliding down toward his feet. Tragically, this meant that her face had to pass by Roland’s standard-issue diaper right as the slime took control of his senses. An ominous *GURGLE!* rippled across his gut, providing the briefest of warnings as to what was coming.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRT!!!*

Meg was forced to scrunch her mouth and nose as Roland began filling his diaper while her face was pressed against its plastic outer shell. Being so close to the gross, burbling sounds emitting from the putrid padding was utterly nauseating, as was the sheer level of squishiness that came from the expanding nappy. A squishiness that increased exponentially as the mucky monster eagerly dug its tentacles into Roland’s poopy diaper. This bolstered Meg’s sense of urgency with the diaper being the only thing separating her from the alien slime.

After a bit of extra wiggling, Meg finally got herself dislodged from under Roland’s rapidly growing nappy. She immediately scurried away before getting to her feet with Donnie none the wiser. Instead, Donnie was too busy smirking at Mason through the port window, believing to have firmly captured both Roland and Meg.

This, of course, was not the case. However, if Meg didn’t locate an escape route soon, her momentary victory would be all for nothing. And since the hall to the med bay was a dead end, finding a way out would not be as simple as making a break for it. Thankfully, while her choices weren’t exactly bountiful, she still had options.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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