[Brainwashing, Corruption, Dronification]

"My my. We've come quite a long way, haven't we?"

"We have, Mistress."

"All thanks to your guidance, Mistress."

"Oh, you two both know that I've moved past that name. It's Queen to you Pawns. It was my hand that let you all embrace your true selves as Pawns, after all."

"Of course, Queen!"

"We love you, Queen!"

Three individuals found themselves sitting inside an abandoned music teacher's classroom. It looked utterly devoid of anything that would make it seem ripe for teaching music however, as a certain latex-clad woman had decided to throw things for a loop. Especially after it had been repurposed just a month or so prior.

The one who reverred herself as a Queen was named Miki. And she had once been part of a simple little group that was dedicated to treating and trying to rehabilitate those that suffered from Pawn Syndrome. The Pawn Syndrome Rehabilitation Club. Of course they were torn apart thanks to her presence, each of them falling victim to their true obedient selves. It was why she was currently dressed in nothing but a nice black latex suit that extended past her neck and clung tightly to her face, letting only her eyes be exposed to the world while a crown had sprouted from her head. That, combined with her long black locks sticking out of the back of her mask, was what signified her as a Queen. The tiniest bit of self-expression.

The two that obediently responded to her with love and affection? Two of the girls that had shown such promise as they were on the verge of recovering. One was Yasuko, the other was Kiyo. Not that you could tell them apart at this point, because the good Pawns had their heads completely covered by the domes that kept them under their Queen's control. The domes that kept flashing her beautiful eyes and equally beautiful lips into their brains, preventing them from thinking about anything else.

Yasuko had been the one who led the Group when Miki decided to make her move. And Kiyo had only just started to recover from Pawn Syndrome. Both were swiftly taken care of. And here they now were. Kneeling before their Queen, their own identities buried deep within the recesses of their minds because they absolutely didn't need them to serve their Queen. They just needed the absolute obedience that somebody like them could display....

"How's the city looking, Yasuko? I'm sure that a girl like you've been doing your best to spread all that you know." Miki said as she carefully used one of her feet to lift the Pawn's head a bit, making her look straight towards the woman that had made her a loyal minion...

Yasuko panted as her Pawn dome slowly faded away to reveal her bespectacled face, her tongue hanging out as a bit of her drool poured onto her Queen's wonderful foot. "Y-yes. I've done my best to spread the love of Latex across the entire city. Especially Mimoto Highschool. T-There's a class that I participate in with an incredibly gullible teacher, and girls that have already suffered from Pawn Syndrome. If we just push them a little, if we just let them have a taste of your dominant nature, Queen... T-Then they will fall over and obey and worship you like the Queen that you are..."

Kiyo's dome remained solid as she nodded rapidly. "Everyone I run with seem to get tired out and aroused quicker. I've been teaching them about ways to maintain their tempo, and shared more and more of my full-latex spats... Our daily runs end up dissolving into nothing but pleasure before we make it out into the forest near the city outskirts. Ah, seeing them all playing with themselves, not knowing that they're making Pawn Syndrome progress inside their bodies... It... Mmmmph... It makes me wish that you could see it all, Queen!"

Miki's hood-covered lips parted for a moment to let her long latex tongue slip out past the black, licking those wonderful pillows before it retracted just as quickly as it had come out. "It sounds like you've both done such a good job. And I'm certain the others have done their best as well. They keep sending me such good pictures of their progress... One of them even managed to make a Pawn all on her own. I'll have to reward her once she comes back."

As both Pawns trembled on the ground, envious of their fellow Pawn impressing their Queen, they watched as Miki got off the teacher's table and slowly turned towards the whiteboard behind it. With a simple stroke of her finger, the latex leaked off it and slowly formed a map on that white surface, as well as other smaller graphs and detailed lists. All to help her Pawns properly visualize the next step in their plan.

"While I'd love to see you and your running mates fuck your own brains out until you end up dissolving into a pile of sentient latex, Kiyo... I want to see Yasuko's plan pan out. So I want you both to infiltrate that class. I want you both to start nudging at the other students. And if possible, I want you to nudge at the teacher as well. If possible, we'll be able to fill the whole school with Pawn Syndrome infectees... And then your Queen will have an even greater sphere of influence."

As Miki finished her explaination, both of the two Pawns let out a cry of pure pleasure. To be given a straight command, as well as several more in a row after that, was the best kind of stimuli that girls like them could afford. It was a good thing that their latex was extra absorbent, because otherwise the floor would've gotten so wet that you could accidently trip and break something from how much they had been leaking down below.

Both Pawns saluted their Queen as Kiyo's dome folded away, the obedient Pawns more than happy to carry out anything they were given. "Before the end of the week, the class will be converted to loyal Pawns, Queen!" They cried out in unison, as they both started to march out of the former Pawn Syndrome Rehabilitation Club.

Miki laughed at the sight as she slowly looked out the window, her heart trembling a bit. The commands that she as Queen received from the ones that had made the Pawns in the first place were burning bright inside her heart. They were forcing her to do their bidding...

But once all of this had been arranged, she'd have a way to strike back at them as well. And what a delightful thing that would be...

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"Okaaay... I have a bit of a question for you all. What's with all the latex?"

During a rather ordinary session at Mimoto Highschool, the pink-haired harpy teacher named Erina Godeliva spoke up as she looked at the many students that had gathered in her classroom. It was one thing to see one or two students wearing Latex, both Hokori and Akaijin were known to do so. But to see more than them wearing it was enough to make her raise an eyebrow. It was really strange...

"It's a brand new kind of fashion, Godeliva-sensei."

"Even somebody like you who can't carry around your papers easily could fit in a suit."

"If you'd like, we could help get you measured up for one. We know the people who make them for cheap."

"But if you want something more premium, we've got that too. You just have to ask."

"That's right. Ask away, Godeliva-sensei. We just want to see you be the same as us."

The sea of answers from the latex-clad students was enthusiastic to say the least. They really did want to see their teacher dressed in nothing but latex. Something that managed to creep out a couple of the other students that weren't into this whole latex thing.

"You're right, Godeliva-sensei! Looking at them wearing all that latex's giving me the creeps!"

"Seriously, can't you guys just wear something that doesn't show off your entire body? Some of us get embarrassed when we see people that are more stacked than us!"

"Not to mention that we can see your bulges! Seriously, boys! Wear something else or don't wear skinny jeans that stick close to your body just like that latex!"

"Sensei, please! Tell them to stop wearing it!"

Erina felt the sweat running down the side of her head as she had just ignited a small war between the two sides. Just her luck. She just wanted to know what was up, and they ended up arguing. Why couldn't people just be a bit more normal? Why'd they have to fight over something as simple as dress sense? Not that she cared much for the latex but freedom of expression was important!

The teacher slowly turned towards the desk that sat closest to her own, the desk belonging to the Valedictorian and one of her current remedial students considering her previous exposure to Pawn Syndrome. "K-Kokoro, you wouldn't happen to know why everyone's wearing latex, right? It's nothing bad, right? Right?"

Kokoro Akaijin, the redhead with the icy heart shot a glare towards her teacher. "Are you trying to imply something, Sensei? Because I don't take kindly to those implications. Not after what we were all forced to endure during your lessons. Need I remind you how badly they went?" Suffice to say, she was still harboring a grudge. Which was why she was dressed in red latex that matched her hair. She was keeping her Pawn Syndrome at a sufficient level all on her own. Even if it meant that she had to sit up by the whiteboard to make sure the teacher had a close look on her at all times...

Erina's sweat only intensified as the cruel Valedictorian just heaped more abuse onto her. Ahaha... Well, she wasn't surprised this was the treatment she got from her. Indeed, because they weren't prepared for another attack during remedial, they all got turned into Pawns. And Kokoro had only just managed to avoid that fate by storming out. Well, she was out of options then, she really didn't know what this latex was, and if it was bad or not.

"W-Well... Uhm..." Erina trembled a bit as she spoke up to try and keep the two sides from tearing each other apart. "How about this? I don't know why they're wearing latex, but as long as they're not hurting anybody, I don't see why we should be that bothered? Of course, if any student wearing latex starts to toe over the line... You're all free to try and stop them." The sweat pouring down her face was way too obvious as she spoke. "I-Is that fine? Can we all agree on that? Please say yes, I don't want to see you all fight."

The students all started to mutter between themselves as they sat back down and got back to studying, letting a wave of relief wash over the teacher. She was safe. Whether it was the latex lovers or the latex haters, none of them were going to cause much trouble. Good, good. She didn't want to be responsible for a classroom going up in flames just because they couldn't agree on a sense of dress.

Once the clock ticked by and none of them seemed to react much beyond their casual or intense studying, Erina looked to the redheaded red-clad girl once more, before clearing her throat as she leaned over. "Kokoro. I'm so sorry. But I really do need to talk to you outside for a moment. Please. Otherwise, I don't know what's going to happen. And I really don't want to be in the dark when I can avoid it."

Kokoro glared at the teacher, before solemnly nodding. Fine. She'd play along. Just so that the teacher would get out of her hair. She didn't like the insinuation that she was the same as all of the others... No, not at this moment. She was better. She was on her way to recover. Little by little.

Both the Teacher and the Valedictorian took their leave, while Yasuko quietly watched from the back of the class. And a smile slowly curved onto her face, as she got out of her chair and went to work...

"Sensei. If you say one wrong word, I will report you to the principal. Whether you want it or not." Kokoro warned her pink-feathered teacher, causing the older woman to seize up as she nearly felt the spirit leaving her body. "...Please don't do that. I don't want to feel pity for somebody like you, Sensei."

Erina sniffled a bit as she slowly swallowed her spirit once more, putting her wings together in a praying motion. "Kokoro. Please. What do you think they're doing? They're so obsessed that they definitely seem wrong, but... I-I really don't think it's up to me to tell if they're infected. There's been so much work from the Doctor from Atlas Corp that I couldn't possibly imagine they've got it. Please. Please back me up on that feeling..."

Kokoro shook her head a bit as she slowly pinched her nose. She wanted to believe that as well. But she knew that those that had been exposed to a Jõtaijin's power were meant to be Pawns. It was the deep need inside her speaking. But she didn't feel the same kind of reaction from those girls. Like there was something Pawn-like that was driving them. "I... I'm not sure if I can properly explain it, Sensei. Not without making you even more worried."

"How am I going to get more worried when there might be Pawns in my class?!" Erina shouted, prompting her student to quickly slap her hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. A minute or so later, the hand went off as Erina profusely apologized. "R-Right. Okay. So there's something worse than that. But what? What is it, Kokoro? Please tell me. I need to... I might need to contact Fukano-sensei so she can come and exterminate them if that's the case..."

Before Kokoro had the chance to properly explain anything, she felt a hand grabbing onto her shoulder. And a matching hand grabbed onto the teacher's, prompting both of them to look behind themselves to see who had tried to interact with them while they were in the middle of an important secret conversation...

"Ara... What are you two talking about, Sensei..?" Yasuko giggled as her hand slowly started to melt on the harpy's shoulder. "Perhaps it was about how wonderful it feels to be a Pawn..? I'm sure that you've gone through that experience..." She giggled. There was no need to hold back any longer. Not when they had them both separated.

Erina felt a big shiver run down her spine. But once that Latex started to spread across her body, all of those worries inside her mind started to fade. A-Ah. R-Right, this is what it felt like to be a Pawn. M-Mmmmph. It was really hard to fight back against it. Really hard to not pinch her thighs together to try and stop the flow of something down below...

Kokoro grimaced as she saw a faceless Pawn standing right there. How could she have missed her!? She wasn't going to fall prey to mindless obedience again. Not while she was still herself. She'd... She'd... N-No, she wouldn't obey. E-even as the thoughts inside her mind told her to obey...

The faceless Pawn just let out a bit of a muffled giggle as it leaked more and more onto the red latex student. Slowly but surely overwriting the willpower of the Pawn that had tried to strike out on her own. She should be listening to the Queen. She should be obeying the greatest Pawn of them all. Not trying to go against her nature...

"That's it. You're both doing so well. But we want to hear it from your lips. What's the best thing in the whole wide world..?" Yasuko giggled as she slowly moved her arms around her Sensei, grabbing ahold of her now latex-covered nipples and squeezing them tight to force a bit of pleasure through her. Which made the latex that was already spreadying across her teacher's body speed up, completely consuming her wings and compressing them into featureless and completely indistingushable arms, just like Yasuko's own...

"T-The best thing... I-In the whole wide world..." Erina muttered as she tried to repeat what she had been told. Her mind was not truly her own at this point. Or rather, it was. It belonged to the Pawn Syndrome that had taken root inside her. That was her true nature. That was the nature of a Pawn. No matter how long they had been cured of their state as a Pawn... They would always return to be one. Which was why the best thing was right on her lips. Barely edging its way out.

Kokoro was still struggling. Even as every shade of red had been pulled off her latex. Even as she now looked almost identical to her teacher. Even if she couldn't do a thing against a simple domed Pawn. It was frustrating. But at the same time it was relieving. She didn't have to worry about putting up appearances. She just had to deal with the same obedience that she had dealt with when she was originally turned. That was what she was supposed to do. Obey and follow orders... Just like any other good Pawn. "N-No..." She muttered, as the latex crept further and further up her face...

"Come on, you two. You know what the answer is. Just say it, and you'll understand everything. Say it. Let her name leave your lips..." Yasuko whispered into Erina's ear, while her voice echoed through Kokoro's at the same time. Their link as Pawns allowed this to be possible. They wouldn't be able to escape her voice. They wouldn't be able to escape her influence. All that they coul do was just listen...

The word was right there. They knew what it was. And as the latex crept across their faces, it left their lips. Because they couldn't possibly keep it pinned in. They couldn't possibly resist their true nature as Pawns...

"The greatest thing in the whole wide world... is Queen..!"

Both Kokoro and Erina cried out in pure delight before their faces were swallowed by the latex. Their cries became muffled, and the juices that started to drool out from thier pussies as they gave into the Queen's influence was quickly swallowed by the latex. Their Pawn Syndrome had completely and utterly relapsed, as their innate need to obey and make their converter happy overwhelmed them. To the point where they grew nice and slack from how little control over themselves still remained inside their bodies.

Yasuko giggled as she watched this wonderful display, rubbing the teacher's back as a dome slowly formed around the older woman's face. A dome that would expose her to the Queen's lips and her beautiful eyes. Just like the dome that was forming around Kokoro's head.

Kokoro didn't recognize the eyes or the lips in front of her. But she understood that they belonged to her Queen. So as those lips carefully blew at her face, and those eyes looked into her own... She couldn't help but keep trembling as orgasm after orgasm hit her in quick succession. It felt so good to have her Queen's attention. It felt good to be worth something. It felt good to just listen to her and be cared for by her. That was what it meant to be one of the Queen's Pawns... And it felt divine...

Yasuko smiled as she slowly waved the newly relapsed pawn and her ally away, prompting them to disappear deeper into the school. They had a job to do that the Queen would implant within their heads thanks to the domes. Just as the mission that was being implanted within Erina's head, one that was much more important. Because it would help them overwrite the grip the Highschool had on its students. The grip that would need to be undone so all the Queen's Pawns could be swiftly mobilized so the whole City could belong to her.

"Spread... Latex... Spread... Pawns. Give them... Submissive lessons... Show them... What it means to be a Pawn..." Erina muttered as she received order after order from her Pawn dome, only for it to slowly slide down as her eyes shone a nice gold. She understood completely. So much so that she instnatly looked over her shoulder once more and met Yasuko's own golden eyes. "Being a Pawn is... wonderful..." She panted, her tongue hanging out a little. Just saying those words were enough to send a small orgasm through her. She wanted nothing more than to prove that it was true. Prove to those didn't believe it yet that it was the only true path...

Yasuko smiled as her own dome slowly formed, patting her fellow Pawn on the head while retreating back into the classroom quietly. She didn't need to bring attention to anything besides the teacher. Because the teacher would do everything that needed to be said. Everything that would pull the other students down and make their Pawn Syndrome flare up harder than ever.

Erina slowly but surely made her way back inside. Proudly presenting her latex-covered body and the way that most of her harpy features had been suppressed by her outfit. She carried it all with pride, especially as she took a seat on the front side of her desk, smiling out to her wonderful students.

"Everyone." She spoke with a lot more confidence, her golden eyes shining as the Pawns in the audience quietly acknowledged her existence as one of them. "I'm going to teach you something very special. The act of submission. Because I've been given a whole new outlook on life. All thanks to the Latex that covers me..."

The Pawns each stood up from their chairs and grabbed one of their fellow students, causing them all to yell and shout and scream that they were being attacked. But it didn't take long before that black stuff started to leak onto them. Because they felt a need to listen. Listen to Godeliva-sensei...

"Once you're covered in the Queen's essence... Once you've given your bodies to your Pawn Syndrome..." Erina panted as she slowly spread her legs and put a finger up against the incredibly tightly pressed lips inside her suit. "You just... Offer yourself to the Queen. Worship her by playing with the body she's captured..." She gave them simple instructions, and started to masturbate all on her own. All while thinking about her Queen...

One by one, the students were covered in Latex. And one by one, they started to play with their respective privates. Whether it was the pussies of the girls that were now nice and shiny, or the bulges that were cupped up against the boy's crotches. The moans spread further and further throughout the classroom, as one by one each and every one of the students that hadn't yet fallen prey to their Pawn Syndrome, or even experienced it in the first place, were forced to accept their true role in life. Their role as the Queen's Pawns.

And once every single person in the room had a wonderful dome that connected them straight to their Queen, they each climaxed at the same time. The collective screams were kept nice and packed within the room, soundproofed beforehand by Yasuko's quick thinking, as their restraint and their previous selves practically drooled into their latex. Giving in to their role as loyal Pawns, a role that would be hard to rid themselves of.

With all these Pawns at her disposal, the Queen would be able to do anything... Especially deal with those awful heroines that protected the city. Maybe even turn them into her Pawns as well.