The Pampshifter: Chapter 6

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“What the fuck is-?” said Donnie, his voice elevated as he swung his arm around rapidly in hopes of dislodging the goo that clung to his hand. Sadly, it was as if whatever the slimy substance was had glued to his fingers. This, unsurprisingly enough, did nothing good for Donnie’s state of mind, “C’mon, get the fuck off! Meg, give me a hand!”
Unable to take her eyes off the glowing substance, Meg instinctually took a nervous step backward. “N-No fucking way. You know I don’t fuck with space voodoo,” she said, backing away once again as Donnie moved toward her.

“Space voodoo?” said Luna, confused by Meg’s odd terminology.

“It’s what Meg calls weird space shit. She thinks everything floating out here is trying to kill her,” responded Donnie, causing Meg to blush over being called out. Frustrated by both Meg’s cowardice and his inability to shake the asteroid gunk off his hand, Donnie decided he’d had enough, grabbing the goo with his other hand in an attempt to pry it off physically. This resulted in the goop spreading and sticking to both appendages, “Fucking COME ON!!”

Inching toward the airlock while keeping a watchful eye on Donnie’s situation, Meg’s blush slowly dissipated as her paranoia began to seem more and more justified. “Y-Yeah, for good fucking reason. It’s like you completely forgot what happened to Caleb. He’s stuck working on Earth now after losing a leg, remember?” she said, reminding Donnie of the dangers of space at perhaps the worst possible moment.

Recalling the events that led to Roland’s previous engineering assistant losing a limb, Donnie’s mind went into full panic mode. The last thing he wanted was to get stuck Earthbound. “FUUUUUUCK! GET OFF ME!” he screamed, no longer holding back as he lowered his hands by his feet and attempted to use his body weight to clamp the goo between his boot and the metal floor. Unfortunately, this only made things worse as the goo stretched to encompass both his feet and hands before latching onto Donnie’s entire body. Feeling a kind of unparalleled fear that he’d never personally encountered out in space, he slowly began to wet his diaper, terrified that this would be his final voyage one way or another

Reacting to the movement of his body, the goo began to envelop Donnie’s torso as the goo began to shift toward his core. This finally freed up his hand, not that it mattered given that the rest of him was now ensnared. Piling up around his crotch, he shamefully felt a jolt of pleasure as the substance began pressing firmly against his genitalia. If it wasn’t for how afraid he was, he might have easily popped a very unwanted boner. It wasn’t long before the rest of Donnie’s check and legs were goo free as whatever the slime was settled into place around the Lieutenant’s pelvis and upper thighs.

“Fascinating,” said Luna absentmindedly as she watched the goo react to each and every movement Donnie made. In all her time studying the flora from far-off planets, she’d never come across a creature as unique as this one.

Opening the outer airlock door, Meg instantly began pounding on the secondary door as she spoke into her mic. “Roland, open the fucking door now! We have a situation-” she said, unable to relay any further information before Mason’s youthful voice came booming through Meg’s headset.

“Yeah, no. I don’t care how much you want to call it quits already. The boss said no one goes in and out until the hull is fixed,” replied Mason, hoping that invoking the words of Ellis would be enough to get Meg off his back so he could go back to his knitting project, which at the moment happened to be a cozy pair of mittens. However, pressing circumstances ensured this would not be the case.

“You’re not listening to me! Donnie’s in trouble! We need help NOW!” shouted Meg, her tone doing more than enough to let Mason know how serious things were.

Sitting forward with a concerned expression, Mason hadn’t worked with Meg for long but for as long as he’d known her, he’d never heard her sound as distressed as she did now. “Tell me what’s going on.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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