The Pampshifter: Chapter 10

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*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRT!!!*

Watching with mouths agape, the crew of the Juventas watched in horror as Donnie’s pants expanded outward rapidly as if everything he’d just consumed had snaked through his body at lightning speed to be instantly deposited in his standard-issue diaper. Adding to the obscene display, the exterior of the diaper began to ripple toward a central point, churning the icky much inside and building it up around the front of Donnie’s crotch. It was an obscene display and a stark reminder of how infantile it felt to wear padding as an adult, even if it was out of necessity.

“I-Is he gonna stop?!” stuttered Meg, her knuckles turning white as she clutched the shoulder of Ellis’s shirt. All the while, her unblinking eyes remained fixed on her crewmate-no, her friend, someone she’d spent years of her life locked in a metal box floating through the cosmos with, continued to load his diapers at a ridiculous pace. Tragically, for as glorious and gorgeous as the cosmos was, it could also be cruel and unforgiving.

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!*

Shamefully, Donnie’s pants could not survive his surging diaper, its weight and size quickly shredding through his leisure wear. This allowed everyone to gaze upon what had become of his once-normal padding. “Is his diaper…breathing?!” shouted Mason, drawing attention to the cartoon-like qualities that Donnie’s diaper was taking on. Instead of just expanding like a normal diaper would, the padding around Donnie’s hips would shrink slightly before growing larger than before as if it were a living, breathing organism.

That’s when Luna realized exactly what was happening. “It’s the specimen. It never left Donnie’s body…” she said, her slow, methodical tone drawing sending a chill down the spine of every crew member, “...it merely camouflaged itself.”

Suddenly, as if reacting to Luna’s assessment, Donnie’s diaper doubled in size, causing it to upend the dining table as it crashed into it. It seemed impossible, and yet it was equally impossible to deny what they were seeing with their own eyes. The goo that had crash-landed on their ship had shapeshifted into Donnie’s diaper and was currently growing at an uncontrollable rate.

“We have to stop it! Everyone, clear out,” said Ellis, motioning for everyone to leave the dining area while he took care of their little invader once and for all.

Not needing to be asked twice, both Mason and Luna took off down the hall toward the cockpit. Roland and Meg were far less moved. “You’re gonna need help grabbing that thing, Ellis…if you can grab that thing,” said Roland, on one hand not wanting to leave his best friend while on the other hand having no idea where to begin tackling this issue.

Ellis remained unmoved. “That wasn’t a suggestion, Roland,” he stated with firm authority, snapping both Meg and Roland to attention. Unfortunately, his booming voice attracted the attention of the specimen around Donnie’s pelvis. With no warning, a tendril shot out from the base of Donnie’s diaper with the same texture and viscosity as a normal messy diaper.

“Captain, look out!” screamed Meg, failing to warn Ellis before he was unceremoniously grabbed by the gooey arm and thrown across the room. He slammed into the metal door of the food pantry, denting it with his body.

Without hesitation, Meg wanted to rush to her captain’s aid as he struggled to get himself upright after such a harsh hit. But before she could leap into action, Ellis held up his hand to wave her and Roland off. “I gave you an order, Lieutenant!” he said, cracking his neck and back as he climbed to his feet.

“C’mon Meg. We have to go,” said Roland, lowering his head as he latched his hand around Meg’s. The last thing he wanted was to leave Ellis alone in a situation like this. At the same time, though, he wasn’t about to put himself at risk for some foolish heroics.

Meg fought back against Roland for a second but soon relented as several more tendrils emerged from the base diaper, taking up more and more of the dining area. Any attempt to reach Ellis on the other side would no doubt lead to one if not both of them getting injured or worse. Gritting her teeth, she gave her captain one final nod before spiriting to catch up with Mason and Luna.

Left alone with Donnie and his monster diaper, Ellis knew he was in a pickle. With no immediate exits or weapons, he would have to get crafty if he was going to beat the alien’s advances. No matter what, he didn’t plan on abandoning his first mate behind without putting up a fight. “Alright Donnie, let’s get that diaper changed,” he said cheekily as he contemplated how best to approach this situation.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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