The Pampshifter: Chapter 12

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“Sorry to worry you all. Believe me, though, I’m feeling much better,” said Donnie, stretching his neck to the side and cracking it several times. All the while, he maintained a sickening smile that felt unnatural; almost possessed.

Recognizing the potential threat that Donnie and his goopy, drooping diaper posed, Meg knew what she needed to do, “Mother! Activate emergency quarantine!” she shouted, triggering the med bay door.

“EMERGENCY QUARANTINE ACTIVATED IN MEDICAL BAY!” said Mother over the loudspeaker as red lights began to flash.

Sadly, the door failed to close in time as Donnie reached out and halted it in place with his amorphous diaper extending a tendril to reinforce his arm. “Aww, Meg, it hurts my feelings when you try to shut me out like that. I think it’s time you open up a little,” he said, grunting as he and the slime creature shoved the metal door open fully. The slime retracted into place around Donnie’s waist as he stalked forward into the med bay before molding itself into a perfect copy of the diaper he’d been wearing before, only this time far more brown and weighted.

“D-Donnie?” said Mason, his back colliding with a row of compartments as he slowly inched away from someone he’d known for years. This was not the same man. He shakily shook his head no as his breathing accelerated, “You’re not Donnie.”

Cocking his head sideways toward Mason in an unnerving fashion, Donnie's grin widened at his crewmate's assertion. “No, you’re right. I’m so much…more. Trust me, it feels so good, both up here…” he said, pointing to his forehead before rotating his arm down and grabbing a handful of his moldable, mushy diaper, “...and down here.”

While Donnie’s focus was locked on Mason, Roland’s focus remained fixed on the only door in and out of the med bay. And with every step that Donnie took toward his engineering associate, he tiptoed a little closer. Ellis stayed behind to fight Donnie and that was his dumb decision. He hadn’t survived in space this long by sticking his neck out for others. Believing to have enough of an opening to make a break for it, he lunged forward in an all-out sprint toward the door.

Unfortunately, Roland would only make it halfway before an arm of goo shot forth from the rear of Donnie’s diaper and slammed itself into his core, knocking the wind out of him as he rolled across the floor.

“Roland, buddy, where’s the fire?” said Donnie, his eyes never wavering from Mason’s position as he spoke, “I’m starting to get the feeling none of you want to be around me anymore. And here I was trying to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime.” He pushed out his bottom lip into a faux pout.

Peeking up from underneath a nearby gurney, Luna’s ears perked up. “Opportunity?” she said, unable to satiate her curiosity enough to bite her tongue.

“Yes, a very special opportunity,” said Donnie, whipping his head instantly toward Luna on a dime and placing a tender hand on his padding, “This unique creature doesn’t mean us any harm. In fact, it wants to help us. To nurture us. To pleasure us. And what it asks for in return couldn’t be more disposable.”

*CLANK!*

Yanking the detachable metal railing off of the gurney that Luna was hiding behind, Meg was done listening to whatever Donnie and the specimen had to offer. “You and that diaper of yours are about to find out what’s really disposable if you don’t back the fuck off,” she said, pointing the long, reflective pole in Donnie’s direction.

“Oh, come, Meg. Let’s not get carried away,” said Donnie, switching targets yet again as he met Meg’s withering glare, “Ellis already tried this same song and dance. You really think you’ll fight me off any better?”

Stepping in sync with Donnie as she retreated to a corner of the room, Meg kept her sights firmly held on her approaching crewmember and his pet slime so as not to give away her plan too early. As soon as both she and Donnie were in position, she angled the pole upward and smashed it against the overhead sprinkler.

*SPLASH!*

Almost instantly, water began to rain from the ceiling, causing Donnie to raise his arms to cover his eyes in response. This allowed Meg to drop the pole down on his head as hard as she could. “RUN!” she screamed, as Donnie’s body flailed to the ground and slimy tentacles shot out from his diaper wildly in all directions. Dodging the randomly waving tentacles, she dove to safety and quickly scrambled to her feet.

“Meg, c’mon!” screamed Mason, who was standing at the door with Luna and frantically waving to her.

However, instead of legging it to the door, Meg remained still as she realized someone was missing. Gazing around the room, she clicked her teeth shut as she saw Roland’s body lying limply on the floor. A heavy decision was suddenly placed on her shoulders.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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