The Pampshifter: Chapter 13

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“Oh! Fuck it!” said Meg, angling away from the door as she turned to aid her fallen crewmate. She quickly wrapped her arms around his torso and lifted him into the air, utilizing the strength she had earned from years of hard labor in space while skillfully dodging Donnie’s wild attack, “C’mon, Roland, it’s time to go!”

Standing at the door and frantically waving Meg over, Mason’s cowardice got the better of him as he briefly considered re-entering the med bay to help carry Roland. However, one look at the gooey tendrils thrashing around sporadically was enough to keep him in place. “Hurry!” he screamed, gritting his teeth as he watched the slime inch closer to Meg and Roland.

Meanwhile, Luna slowly backed away from Mason, her head swiveling back and forth between Donnie’s diaper monster and her path to freedom. Given that Donnie had broken the med bay door, she’d need to make it to the nearest set of emergency doors and shutter them before Donnie managed to reach her. “Th-They’re not gonna make it,” she said, refusing to let Meg get them killed over playing hero as she snuck away from Mason’s side and hurried down the dimly lit hallway.

*TRIP!*

“GAH! OOF!” yelled Meg as one of Donnie’s tentacles slapped against Meg’s shin, sending both her and Roland to the ground. She immediately pushed off of Roland’s limp body to avoid being grabbed by the same gooey arm, which was now prodding around the area it had hit her in. Thankfully, the water raining down from the sprinkler system gave her presence and her movements cover.

Unfortunately, in doing so, Meg was forced to abandon Roland, and it didn’t take the tendril long to feel out his body. “Caution! The floor is slippery when wet,” said Donnie with a sadistic glee in his voice as his diaper latched onto Roland’s ankle and began dragging him toward its central, mushy form. Meg could do nothing but watch just out of reach as Roland was pulled away. She had failed.

“AHHHHHHHH!” screamed Mason, finding his courage as he sprinted across the stormy med bay and plunged his pair of knitting needles into the creature’s mucky arm. To his surprise, it had a sort of crinkly texture to it as he stabbed through, clinking the metal needle against the floor. It instantly reacted by releasing Roland’s leg and recoiling in pain, “Oh, my Goddess! That worked!” With no time to celebrate, he threw Roland’s arm over his shoulder and climbed back to his feet, soon aided by Meg.

Together, both Meg and Mason helped Roland escape the med bay with Donnie hot on their heels. They stared out ahead at the nearest set of emergency doors, where Luna was busy attempting to figure out the high-tech controls. “Shit, shit, shit!” she said in frustration as a small shock was delivered to the tip of her finger.

“Luna! Hold the door!” shouted Mason, huffing and puffing as he and Meg carried all of Roland’s 200-pound damp body.

Sadly, they could only move so fast, made evident by Donnie emerging from the med bay diaper first, with the slimy creature ferrying Donnie’s body as it crawled across the ground. “You know, it hurts my feelings when you keep running away from me,” he said as his gooey diaper shifted along his body once more, enveloping his arms and legs like a mech suit and allowing him to move faster with every step.
Gazing upon Donnie’s frightening transformation, Luna’s attention turned back to the control panel, tapping around haphazardly until she happened upon the emergency airlock switch by sheer luck. “Yes!” she said, hovering her thumb over the switch as she gave Meg, Mason, and Roland one last look.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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