[Minionization, Corruption, Brainwashing]

"Is this everyone?"

"It should be. We didn't see anybody else on the way, should just be us six."

"Very well then. Seems like we've got fewer people than usual, but that won't stop us."

Sitting in the middle of a refurbished music teacher's room were six young individuals. Teenagers and young adults, each of which had been through the same sort of awful experience. And it was thanks to chatting online about their experience that they ended up here, in a club that had been established to help them cope with their condition.

"Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Yasuko. We've gathered here today, as members of the Pawn Syndrome Rehabilitation Club, to talk about our experiences as Pawns. The more we cope together, the more we should be able to return to normal." The 'leader' of the group, a young bespectacled girl named Yasuko, spoke up while lifting herself from her chair. While she was the leader, she was one of the younger members of the group, especially considering two of the flashy girls that sat across from her...

She looked at the rest of the club. Taking note of the members, before she asked them to speak up.

A woman a few years older than her, who was currently busy shuffling cards while she took deep breaths. Covering her hands were a set of latex gloves, the remaining influence of the one that had changed her into a Pawn.

A boy, a year younger than Yasuko, who wore clothes that he never would've before he got turned. A simple latex crop top, and a pair of equally tight looking spats. The more concerning part of the latter being his lack of proper underwear...

Another woman, the eldest of the group, whose garish makeup and tanned skin marked her as a ganguro of sorts. The latex boots that clung all the way up to her knees, and the various toys in her purse were part of what identified her as a Pawn victim, though given the many videos that the others had seen of her on the internet... It seemed like she wasn't too bothered by this entire ordeal, just at a glance.

A girl her age, who she had seen running track all day. That obsession hadn't been a good thing, because that had been translated into a deep need to love her Pawn self, evident by the way she still wore latex gloves and stockings that reached all the way to her torso. Almost as if she was being Pawned from the tips of her body.

Finally, there was a woman around the age of the card-shuffling woman. And unlike everyone else, she still wore full body Latex. Only her head hadn't been covered, and she didn't seem too disappointed by her current state. If anything, she was smiling and enjoying herself.

"Anybody want to talk about their recovery?" Yasuko asked, looking to the rest of the group. Grimacing ever slightly as she looked back at the woman in full latex.

The woman with the cards nodded as she slowly stood up. At a glance, she was utterly unassuming. A green cardigan and a soft white shirt underneath complimented her mint-colored hair and her very wide looking glasses. She was a nerd, through and through. But that didn't stop somebody from making her a Pawn.

"I-I am Kaori. I play games around the city, whether for fun or for the challenge. I usually don't really play with anybody though, since I've always been into Solitaire." Kaori explained, panting as her cheeks flushed bright red. "But then, one of my old friends... S-She shuffled me into her deck, and..." She panted, the backs of her hand glowing as a subtle '2' appeared on each glove. "A-Ah... T-To feel those gentle nudges..."

"Breathe, Kaori. She just wanted you as part of her deck. She didn't care for you like that." Yasuko tried to reassure the woman. Knowing that if she fell back into those habits, then...

"Yasuko's right." The ganguro woman said as she got up from her chair, patting the nervous nerd on the back. "All that stuff? She didn't care aboutcha. You were just another item for her to toss away when she was done with you. That's how those monsters work." Despite her looks, she seemed like she was dealing with her former conversion rather healthily...

Kaori smiled ever so slightly as the glow on the back of her hands faded, and she went back to shuffling. It gave her peace, despite reminding her of what she had done as a Pawn...

"What about you, kid?" The Ganguro took the floor as she looked at the lone male among them, grinning a bit as she looked at him. "You look like one of my besties. Films himself in cute outfits. That your thing, or was that what the weird Monster did to you?"

The boy nodded slightly as he stood up as well. "I'm... I'm Kenji. I never did want to wear something like this, but one of my friends pushed me to the ground and pinned me down, and the next thing I knew I was showing off my body to everyone, and they started crowding around me and worshipping me..!" Once the proverbial shell had been cracked, the emotions that connected him to before started to overflow, a symbol appearing right above his spats-covered crotch...

"Contain yourself, Kenji. Please." Yasuko spoke up again, coming over to the boy and gently wrapping her arms around him. "You can suppress this. You're better than this. You don't have to show off to be you. You don't have to do anything that the urges tell you to..." Just like before, she tried the best she could to reassure him that it'd be alright.

And though he blushed brighter than before, he listened. And the sign of Pawn Syndrome flaring back up faded, as he was lowered back onto his chair by his fellow clubmate. He just needed to breathe for a moment, to get everything back in order...

"You're doing well with this, Yasuko." The ganguro said, smiling a bit as she stretched. "Can't believe you were spewing so much hate when the club first started. You've grown a lot." The eldest woman there chimed, laughing a little as she ran her hand along her glove.

"So are you, Ena." The bespectacled girl chimed. "You were broadcasting your Pawn Syndrome every week when we first started. Basically begging to be made into another Pawn, when you discussed all those products that could be used to help restrain an escaped pawn."

The ganguro, Ena, blushed a bit herself as she heard that. "Well, if you hadn't gotten on my case back then, I don't think I would've started recovering. It really is hard to resist though." She replied, nervously running a hand along the rim of her boots. "I just want to go out and show my legs off, but I know that's just going to make it worse. But seeing you get so angry over your own symptoms... I really can't say it didn't help."

Yasuko smiled as she rubbed her wrist. No other evidence of her Pawn Syndrome remained, as she had managed to work past the need to be used. Partly by playing with chess pieces for so long, remembering that she's in control. Nobody else is. "I'm just glad I was able to help. Even if you all shouted me down on the first day."

"Hah, you needed it just as much as I needed the wakeup call." Ena laughed as she took her seat. "But enough about us. I'm sure the others have plenty more to share before they're done recovering. Isn't that right, Runner?" She asked, looking to the toned girl sitting beside her.

The short-haired brunette with slightly tanned skin and a completely bared sixpack nodded as she stood up. "Thank you, miss Ena." She respectfully bowed her head before clearing her throat. "I'm Kiyo. I managed to win the city's yearly marathon three years in a row, and have been training my body ever since. But one of my sponsors turned out to be a monster in disguise when I tried to quit, and now..."

Before any of them had the chance to show concern, the girl took off with a simple sprint, her body trembling as she made a lap around the room in record time. All without breaking much of a sweat, despite the droplets pouring down her mostly-exposed body. "My passion turned against me... And I can't stop it..."

"Who's saying you need to stop it?" The final member of the club, the one clad completely in latex, giggled as she patted the sweating runner's back. "Maybe you just need to indulge long enough that you work past it. Forget that urge, make it your own." She chimed, stretching a bit and letting the slightest of moans slip past her lips.

"That seems unwise. Who knows what'll happen if she gets caught by her old feelings as a Pawn? We've seen people fall victim to Pawn Syndrome in the club before." Yasuko spoke up, as she looked to the woman clad in latex. "You're not falling prey too, are you, Miki?"

Miki, the latex-clad woman, giggled as she brushed a hand past her long luscious black locks. "I'm coping in the right way. You don't see me walking around with one of those silly domes, do you?" She chimed and made a good point, something that the running girl took to heart as she sat back down.

Yasuko narrowed her eyes a bit. Something about Miki didn't sit right with her. But she couldn't put her finger on it. "Does anybody need any particular help? Otherwise, we should probably disperse. It's about to get late."

They hadn't talked for long, but that didn't stop the evening sun from shining in through their window. Really, they put their meeting this late in the day so that they could all just catch up on how they were doing. Even after a long day of enduring the urges in one's body.

"I-I'd like some help. I want to... w-want to try and see if I can't find some appropriate clothes..." Kenji spoke up, looking to both Yasuko and Ena as he blushed so adorably...

Ena laughed a bit as she patted the young femboy on the back. "You could use some freshing up too, Yasuko. How about it? Wanna help the boy a bit?" She needed to work off a bit of steam relating to her job as an influencer. This seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Yasuko nodded, reaching out to Kenji to help him up. "Anybody else?" She asked, looking to the others. But all of them shook their heads. They seemed like they were going to be occupied for the evening. "Alright. See you all next week!"

With that, the bespectacled girl, the femboy, and the ganguro left the shuffling girl, the runner, and the latex-clad woman all by their lonesome...

"I-I should go too..." Kaori muttered as she slowly got up from her chair, a few minutes after the others had started to leave...

Only to find her wrist grabbed. And her cards fell to the floor, as she looked towards the latex-clad woman that had stopped her in her tracks.

"I think that you, Kiyo and I should have a little chat. Just the three of us, Kaori." Miki giggled, as her eyes started to gleam ever slightly golden. The same kind of glow that Kiyo's eyes started to glow, as the toned runner started to pant like she had been driven up the wall by arousal.

Kaori didn't get to scream. The black-clad woman's lips meeting her own made sure to silence her. And slowly but surely, she went limp as she felt her tongue invading her...

The '2' formed on the back of her latex-clad hands once more... But it erased itself, with the imprint of lipstick taking its place...

---

It had been a week since they all saw one another. And things had definitely changed. Partly for the better. Partly for the worse.

In terms of recovery, Kenji had managed to get dressed a bit further. Instead of wearing nothing but latex that emphasized his feminine body, he now wore a cute white shirt with a heart on it that served to still expose his belly a bit, because he had asked for it. And he wore a set of denim jeans that reached down to his knees, exposing less than before but making him more comfortable in the process. While still wearing the latex underneath, of course. He couldn't get rid of it until he suppressed his Pawn Syndrome.

Ena couldn't help but be satisfied with how she had picked out the perfect clothes for him. She might even fall for him when he looked this cute.

Yasuko, however, couldn't focus on the delight that Kenji and Ena felt. Because her eyes were squarely focused on the two that were now dressed in full-body latex, just like Miki was.

"Are you okay, Kaori?" The bespectacled girl asked. It wasn't just that she was wearing nothing but latex... It was that she had stopped shuffling her cards. That shuffling had been a coping mechanism, how did she just toss it away..?

Kaori smiled, the hint of nervousness having disappeared from her face. "I'm doing better than before, Yasuko." She sighed sweetly, pinching her thighs together while trembling ever slightly. "I've even had good games with other people, who wanted me to teach them how to play Solitaire. The amount of times they shuffled their deck on me..."

It was clear that something was up, but Yasuko didn't want to push the issue. Not when it seemed like the woman was recovering in... a weird way. Sure, the shuffling was gone, and that was a coping mechanism... But sometimes you needed to toss away the mechanism beforey ou recovered.

"And you, Kiyo? Are you sure you're doing alright?" Yasuko turned her head towards the running girl, still a little unnerved by the way that she had covered herself up completely. Not that her exposed abs were helping before, but she'd actually prefer the sweat to the black sheen...

Kiyo nodded, though she remained quiet. Well, in terms of words anyway. She was panting, and the sweat running down her face made it clear that she had been indulging her need to run. Maybe that was why she was stuck with so much latex. But at the same time... She didn't try to turn anybody. So it seemed like she coping, just like Miki was implying.

"Why so suspicious, Yasuko?" Think of Miki, and she'll notice. Miki smiled as she spoke up, looking towards the bespectacled girl with a rather smug and lust-tainted expression. "They say they're doing better. Shouldn't you trust them, as their friend?"

"I'm just concerned. For their sake." Yasuko asserted, taking her seat again. "Especially since Kenji's managed to recover while we've been with him..." She muttered, rubbing her chin a bit to try and deal with the worry in her head.

Miki shrugged a bit. "Maybe you should invite them out for a bit of a personal touch then, if you think you can help them." The latex-clad woman said, shuffling her chair closer to the younger girl. All while reaching for her chin with her latex-clad fingers. "Or you could try and help me, if you think I'm coping in the wrong way. But I'll warn you, I'm harder to tame than most. The one that turned me back then learned that the hard way, before she put me in my place..."

"Please stop." Yasuko muttered as she shuffled away from the personal space-violating woman. Even getting up from her chair once she realized that they wouldn't get much out of this meeting, walking over to Ena with a bit of a frown.

Ena looked up at the girl, smiling a bit. "Just take the day off, Yasuko. You've been working real hard. Don't blame yourself over a bit of teasing, you know how it goes with girls like Miki." She had seen a lot since the club started. This wasn't the first, nor the last time they'd go through this kind of situation...

"I just hope you're right. Keep an eye on Kenji, alright?" Yasuko said, pushing her glasses up as she left the two alone with the three latex-clad females. Hoping that Ena was right, from the very depths of her heart.

The door to the Pawn Syndrome Rehabilitation Club's room closed. And at that moment, the three females wearing latex from neck to toe stood up, each of them giggling in their own way...

"T-They're... Th-they haven't recovered..!" Kenji gasped and shivered as he hugged himself closer to the ganguro. Hoping that he was safe in her arms. He didn't want to end up a horny Pawn who lived to show off his body and nothing else. "T-They're..."

"You can just say it, you know." Miki giggled as she walked closer, heels sprouting from the heel of her foot. "We're Pawns. Through and through. Just like the woman who's been helping you."

The pin dropped, and the darker skin on the ganguro's body started to shift slightly, turning pitch black while her eyes turned the same chilling gold. Ena even started to giggle just like them. "Sorry, Kenji. Mistress had me around her pinky all this time..." The nice, caring Ganguro, who had been showing off in the past... She had already been claimed. Far before the girl who yelled at her tried to make her change her mind...

Kenji's eyes widened as the three Pawns approached him more and more, all while Ena kept him held. So that he couldn't escape. So that he could join them, just like the others had. So that he could swear fealty to the black-haired Pawn, who had snuck into this Club from its inception...

The last thing that left his lips when he still had control... Was a screaming moan...

---

Something was wrong. Yasuko was sure of it when she walked into the Club Room the week after. Why? Simple. She had been the first to arrive. And the fact that the lights were off.

Sure, she was annoyed that the first person who usually arrived had been Miki, especially considering that she had been the cause of several of the girl's worries. But if there was one thing she appreciated about the woman's unusual behavior, it was how on-point she was regarding the duties that were shared amongst the Club.

"Miki! Are you in here?" Yasuko shouted as she turned on the lights, narrowing her eyes a little as she noticed that there was only one chair. In the very middle of the room. "Yeah. You're in here. You're just trying to mess with me. Fine, I'll play along."

Miki wasn't one for jokes. At least, not based on what Yasuko knew about her. But it seemed like she had regained a sense of humor, because otherwise she wouldn't have gone to this kind of trouble. So, it made sense that the bespectacled girl should give her the benefit of the doubt and sit down on the chair, to wait and see what she had in store for her.

Almost immediately after she sat down, the lights turned off once more. All except for a single lightbulb right above her head, leaving her barely illuminated as giggles started to echo from the darkness around her.

"M-Miki?" Yasuko muttered, the shivers running up her spine. Okay. This was a bit too much for a joke. Especially for a woman who didn't know how to joke. What were all those giggles anyway? Pre-recorded-

No. They were coming from around her. And they were definite human, because they were getting closer. Closer and closer, all while heels clacked against the ground below to emphasize the danger that was about to crash down on her like a wall of heavy bricks...

Four individuals stepped into the light. And Yasuko's heart sank deeper than it ever had before, because they all were instantly familiar to her. Since they were all trying to recover in the same way that she was.

"E-Ena. Kenji. Kaori. Kiyo..."

The Ganguro. The Femboy. The Shuffler. The Runner. All of them standing in a circle around her, giggling like they had lost their independence. Their eyes were gleaming with the same creepy gold that any other Pawn's eyes would, should one manage to pry their domes off their heads. But why? They were recovering! Ena especially! And here they were, having lost their individuality and the traits that were left behind by their old Pawn Syndrome... This wasn't... This wasn't fair!

"Don't you like my work, Yasuko?"

The bespectacled girl's eyes darted straight ahead as she laid her eyes on Miki's despicable expression, the sheer smug being enough to rile up the girl's anger to a boiling point.

"Y-You... I thought you wanted to help people, even if you were weird about it!" Yasuko shouted, as she worked past the feeling in her heart that prevented her from getting up, grabbing ahold of the latex-clad woman with her fists trembling and begging to be used. "AND YOU JUST TURNED THEM BACK?!"

"Back? Ahaha, they never changed, Yasuko." Miki giggled, while grabbing ahold of the girl's wrists as she tightened her grip. Her golden eyes glowing and growing as they took over the empty white space. "They just needed a push. And the Pawn Syndrome readjusted, making them my adorable Pawns. Really, their old Mistresses had been awful. I'm making sure that they'll be loved this time around."

"You're insane..!" Yasuko cried out as she tried to struggle free from her grip. But she was just a human. In fact, she was the most human out of all of them. She had suppressed her Pawn Syndrome the most of out them, resulting in the enhancements the Pawn Syndrome giving her being lost. She was like putty in this awful woman's hands. And that was before she made her a Pawn like the others...

Miki laughed at the accusation, as she let go of the girl's wrists. "And you'll be nothing more than a Pawn, so does that make you any better?" The terrible woman chimed, as she snapped her fingers. "Pin her down. I want to make sure that she relapses completely."

All four of the Pawns obeyed, each of them grabbing ahold of Yasuko's different limbs. Her arms, her legs, each of them being held by one of the Pawns as they kept her pinned to the ground below. All while Miki kept giggling, a giggle that they all echoed.

Yasuko wanted to cry out and make them see reason. But she knew what happened when Pawn Syndrome relapsed. She had been through it before. It was why she was so adamant on recovering. She didn't want to lose herself completely. And yet here she was, with another Pawn towering over her, with intent to convert her like it was just something that she did...

"It's been so long." Miki sighed, brushing her hand through her hair. "Imagine what it's like to be pawned over and over and over... Wouldn't that make you feel like you'd want to be on the other side?" The black-haired latex-clad woman said, her golden eyes gleaming harder as she looked down at the face of the girl who had been trying her best to resist. "I certainly feel that way. And thanks to my Pawn Syndrome mutating so much... I think I'm tired of being a Pawn."

Yasuko watched as the woman squatted down. Her latex-covered nether sinking down onto her face, muffling out any screams or cries that would leave her mouth. All while it felt like something was wrapping around her like before. Both from her face... And from her wrist, as her Pawn Syndrome relapsed just from direct contact with such an intimate area...

All while her Mistress sighed and giggled, drawing a sweet little heart on her newest Pawn's latex-covered shoulder.

"It's time to be a Queen. Ruling over you adorable Pawns."