Natsuki Nakano hummed a song to herself as she walked down the street. It was a day off from school and she meant to make the most of that. For her, that meant indulging in a bit of a guilty pleasure: Shopping! It had been entirely too long since she’d had the time to do that. When her Mistress Izanami was around, she was busy serving her, and a lot of the time when Hikari ended up transformed Natsuki was with her. She hadn’t had the time lately, so she was going to take that now.

The neighborhood was a bit of a hotspot as far as clothing stores went - near enough to the local university’s Girls Dorms to get some business, close enough to a Magical Girl Association office to make offerings to freshly de-brainwashed individuals whose clothes got wrecked when they were transformed, and just next to a large public park.

She was looking at a shop window when her phone rang with the peppy ringtone she’d assigned to calls from Hikari. “Hello?” she asked as she picked up.

“Hey, Natsuki!” Hikari’s cheery voice came over the other end of the phone. “Where are you?”

“Izuhana Shopping District, what about it? You manage to finish up and want to come join me? I think your and mistresses outfits could use some updating…”

“No, this is a work call, Sorry I couldn’t go shopping with you. I have to catch up on the homework from when Izanami was in control…” Hikari trailed off, grumbling at someone not on the phone. Probably talking with the supervillain sharing her head.

“Oh, it’s fine! I get it, don’t worry. You need some help?” Natsuki asked.

“No, I’ve got it! It’s not too hard, just time consuming.”

“...And what were you calling me to say, then?” Natsuki said. Hikari didn’t say anything for a bit. “...Work call?” Natsuki prompted.

“Right right, thanks, work call!” There was a muffled slapping noise as Hikari facepalmed at her own absent mindedness. “Chihaya called me just a bit ago and was asking me to do some investigating in Izuhana, apparently there’s a lot of people going missing there. You mentioned going shopping so I wanted to check up on you…”

“Oh, thanks!” Natsuki said cheerfully. She looked around - the street seemed a little less populated than usual, although there were still definitely people. “Nothing seems out of the ordinary here, but I’ll keep an eye out and call if I see anything. You want me to wait for you and help out?”

“Oh, no, it’s a day off for you!” Hikari said, “You have fun, just be careful.”

“Well, if you’re sure. I’ll still keep watch! Tell Mistress I said hi.” Natsuki hung up the phone and turned back to the store window.

It was an interesting sort of style, there. She could have sworn this store hadn’t been there the last time she’d come - she’d have remembered a store with such a variety of clothes made out of the same material. Namely, latex. Dresses and gowns, pants and skirts, shirts and blouses, it had every style you could think of, but all in various colors of latex. Natsuki, admittedly, was pretty interested in it… but more in a kinky way, not for average, everyday use.

As she was looking in the window, another woman came out. She was a professional looking woman, with jet black hair tied back in a nice mature braid, wearing a well cut silver business suit and matching satin gloves. She was fairly slim, and her business suit did accentuate that, but she had an oddly determined set to her glittering green eyes. “Why hello, young lady!” she said, a broad smile on her face.

“Hello!” Natsuki said, nodding over to the store window. “Is this your shop? I was just looking at the display pieces… say, when did you open up? I’m here a lot and this is the first time I’ve seen you.”

“Oh, were you? You have some excellent taste, may I just say!” the woman bowed politely. “I’m Kishi Pikami. A pleasure to meet you, young miss.” she wrapped an arm around Natsuki’s shoulder, “Ladies with an eye for true fashion don’t come around every day! I simply must help you with whatever purchase you decide to make.”

“Uh, thanks…?” Natsuki said, frowning a bit in confusion, but ultimately shrugging. Maybe Izanami would let her wear whatever she got here while she was working as a minion. “I’m Natsuki…” she said as she was guided into the store.

It was just as filled with latex on the inside as on the outside. She was really baffled she’d never heard of it - a store selling exclusively latex was something that you’d hear about, wasn’t it? Oddly, there were no customers whatsoever. Most stores in the shopping district had a fairly steady stream of customers, but not this one?

She didn’t have much time to think about it as she was guided on a whirlwind tour of the fairly sizable shop, picking up bits of apparel that she liked at every stage. Oddly, she found she wanted to buy stuff - as enthusiastic as she was, Kishi never pushed anything into her arms, didn’t tell her she had to buy anything. She just showed her what was on offer, and she inevitably found something she liked enough to buy.

By the time she was at the cash register, she’d assembled a nearly complete outfit. It was far more fetishized than anything she’d wear normally, but she did think it’d look great for her own private use or while she was serving her Mistress Izanami. “Wow, this is an excellent selection, Natsuki. You are a young lady of refinement and taste. Most girls of your generation don’t appreciate latex like this.”

“Oh, thanks…” Natsuki said. “How much does it all cost, though? I got kind of wrapped up in the experience, but I did set a strict budget for myself.” Something felt… off. She felt strange, somehow.

“Oh, it’s surprisingly cheap, actually.” Kishi said. She came around the register, and pressed close to Natsuki.

Natsuki couldn’t bring herself to pull away, despite how she probably should have. “...And what does that mean…?” she asked, quietly. She was tired. Sleepy.

“All it costs…” Kishi whispered in Natsuki’s ear, as she pressed her bust against Natsuki’s arm. Something squeaked underneath the suit. “...Is your loyal servitude~”

“...Oh… is that all…” Natsuki muttered, her mind quite thoroughly fogged up.

Kishi disrobed with practiced ease, her silver jacked falling away to reveal a black latex leotard beneath it, with a matching latex skirt. As she carefully took her gloves off, latex opera gloves were revealed, and as she stepped out of her suit pants and boots she was revealed to be wearing tight black thigh-high stockings and heeled boots, all of the same color, accented with grey lines running up and down. “Yes. You’re such a good girl, Natsuki…”

“Such a good girl…” Natsuki repeated, nodding.

“Yes… you understand that latex is true fashion. Unlike with the others, you already understood. I just had to give you this little… push.” Kishi said, rubbing against Natsuki’s body with her own latex sheathed form.

Natsuki had been hypnotized a lot. It was a bit of a hazard of living in Matsushita City even for civilians, nevermind for part-time heroines. She knew what it felt like to be hypnotized and she knew equally that she presently was. And oh, how she loved to be hypnotized! Brainwashed, droned, transformed, all of it, it was just so hot! A girl has to have a hobby, and hers was submission!

But she had to put up at least a token effort. It was no fun to just bend over for anyone who asked her, at least if they weren’t Mistress Izanami. “I… I understand… but I can’t… I already have a Mistress…”

“Oh? That’s too bad… I guess she’ll have to join me too, then…” Kishi said, rubbing her body along Natsuki’s, groping her all around. “She’s not giving you this, is she? Just think of the perfection you’ll feel, covering yourself head to toe in latex… the feeling of rubbing against me and your fellow minions…”

“Latex… rubbing…” Natsuki moaned softly. While she wasn’t fighting hard in the first place, she was losing that battle hard. Her mind was filled with images of latex-clad bodies writhing against each other in pleasure, the desire to join them. “Ah… I…”

“You have to feel it on your skin. You simply must.”

“I can’t…”

“You will put it on. Not having it cling to your figure is unthinkable.”

“I… I won’t…”

“You want to… why would you deny yourself the pleasures of latex? The pleasures of serving me… of serving Sleek Nightfall...”

“...I need to…”

Kishi, also known as the villainess Sleek Nightfall, let Natsuki go. She didn’t need to hold her anymore, didn’t need to whisper sweet nothings into her ears - Natsuki was hers. The young lady strolled up to the store counter where she’d left her new purchases, and disrobed right there. Natsuki didn’t care about modesty at this point, she needed that latex on her skin, immediately.

After kicking her old, useless non-latex clothes away, she first pulled on the latex leotard, feeling it practically stick to her figure. It cupped her boobs perfectly, accentuating them in a way she liked with silver detail lines. She moaned softly, taking a moment to take in the feeling and rub the material, but she needed to keep going.

Next she pulled on some long opera gloves, feeling them slide into place on her skin. She wasn’t sure if they could be removed by mundane means anymore - and all the better, as her new Mistress would prefer she never take them off anyway. Natsuki was deep in the grip of Kishi’s hypnosis and loving every moment of it - there was nothing quite like having someone else bend you to their will~ She’d apologize to Izanami later. Or she wouldn’t, as she hoped her new Mistress would be able to take Hikari as well…

The next step was the skirt, pulled up to provide a dash of modesty to the outfit. While she didn’t care at this point - she was happy to flaunt how she wore nothing but latex now, after all - it improved the effect, and was stylish to boot… and also mirrored Kishi, that was important too. She matched her boss one step further as she pulled on the stockings, a bit higher than her mistress. She loved how it hugged her form… then, she put on latex boots, nearly knee high, to complete the look.

But she wasn’t done. One more component had appeared on the counter while she wasn’t looking. A thin oval of hard latex. She knew instinctively where it was meant to go. Looking over to Mistress Sleek Nightfall to make sure she was watching and could see how obedient she was being, she slid the mask over her face.

While it had no straps or other means of fastening itself in place, it attached well all the same, covering her face completely. She could still, however, see through it and breath through it just fine. The latex warped and shifted as it expanded to cover her entire head, a sheet of black latex strands falling out the back in pony-tail style to mimic Natsuki’s own hair. With her features obscured by the blank mask, the transformation was complete.

Kishi moaned softly to herself as she watched the transformation complete, and was on top of her new minion immediately. “Ah… you came out perfectly, Natsuki…” she said. “Oh, my mistake. You don’t have a name, anymore, do you?”

“Of course I don’t, Mistress!” the nameless drone said cheerfully. “Names don’t matter. All that matters is being covered in delightful latex~”

“Well, I must call you something. I made sure to leave some personality in you, unlike the rest… you are to be called Apprentice, as you were already interested in the ways of latex before I claimed you.”

“Thank you Mistress! Your Apprentice will serve you well~” The newly named Apprentice saluted dramatically, and then giggled. She surely had a lustful, dazed expression under her mask - but Kishi didn’t care about that, and Apprentice didn’t either. The latex was her face now, and that was the only one she needed.

“Now, Apprentice…” Kishi said, caressing the featureless face of her beloved servant, “You said you had a Mistress, and that makes me think you have power… now why don’t you tell your new Mistress all about them?”

Apprentice did as she was commanded - although, a part of her fought back enough to keep the link between Hikari and Izanami secret. She told her of her powers… and that she may be able to lure another minion for her new Mistress…

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“Hey, didn’t Natsuki say everything was normal here?” Hikari asked. “It doesn’t really look normal.”

“Knowing her, and knowing this city,” Izanami said with a sigh, “This probably is what she thinks of as normal.”

“...No, she’s not that into it. Probably.”

The streets were fairly quiet by the standards of the Izuhara Shopping District. It might have been the time of day - most people who had the money to shop there were at work. It could have been the weather, since it was getting cloudy and might rain later. Or it could be the faceless latex-covered drones patrolling the street and pouncing on anyone who wasn’t covered in the stuff.

It was probably that last one, come to think of it.

One group of giggling drones noticed Hikari, and approached quickly. “Heeeeey, you’re not covered in latex yet!” one said.

The second nodded. “You’re a cutie, but I think you’ll look cuter with a new latex face covering up that icky skin~”

The third rubbed herself on the bust and between her thighs. “And then we can have some fun together~”

The drone outfit was simple - a head to toe covering of latex, without any features on the face. Though that didn’t seem to inhibit them at all. The only distinguishing features were different styles of black latex “hair” and a small white number imprinted prominently on the breast - these three were 07, 12, and 16.

Hikari was already in her magical girl form, staff at the ready. “Sorry for this! It’s for your own good!”

“What-” 07 started.

The drone didn’t get to finish before she, and her associates, were blasted away in a wave of magical energy. They slammed into a wall and fell in a pile, unconscious - most minions had magical durability enhancements to  give them a chance against magical girls, but well, there was only so much that could be done when it was Hikari blasting you. “That was easier than I expected, honestly?” she said to Izanami. “I guess I won’t need that backup Chihaya told me about!”

Izanami didn’t bother to say anything, mentally rolling her eyes. Hikari was powerful enough that in a straight fight, backup was basically superfluous. But… well, she was enough of a dumbass that she needed someone watching her back. Of course, if Izanami said that she’d just be ignored, and she didn’t frankly care enough about Hikari to say it anyway.

Hikari was able to track Natsuki’s phone (Chihaya had given her access to this, and Natsuki was able to do the opposite), deeper into the district and through ranks of more faceless drones. Natsuki was in a building somewhere according to the tracking, and as she got closer the drones got more and more common; Natsuki was at the heart of it, evidently…

Soon, she found the place. A fashion store with latex dresses in the window, which as far as home bases for an evidently latex themed villain seemed like the obvious place. Hikari burst in, breaking through the door and seeing Natsuki backed into a corner, batting away a pair of drones with whatever she had on hand. Natsuki had no powers of her own, usually operating by way of magitech from the Magical Girl Association to scout and cast illusions. But she didn’t have any direct combat abilities, so the drones got close and pinned her to the wall…

Could you get a bit more obvious in your traps? Izanami thought.

“I won’t let you!” Hikari shouted, charging the drones. She bashed them away with her staff (it turned out, a hefty chunk of wood could double as a close combat weapon if needed!), knocking them aside and probably unconscious to boot.

“Hikari! I knew you’d come!” Natsuki said, launching to hug her friend. She sounded so relieved. “I thought they’d get me and turn me into one of them…”

“It’s fine! I came as quick as I could…” Hikari said, but then paused. Two things were weird. One - Natsuki was happy to not be minionized? That was out of character, to say the least. This sort of thing seemed right up her alley. The second thing… was that Natsuki felt weird. And kind of rubbery and smooth.

Natsuki was looking at her face, saw the realization, and grinned. “Oh, you figured it out? Faster than I expected, but still too late~” she said, as the illusion melted away to reveal a featureless drone mask.

Before Hikari could do anything, there was a noise behind her. The world went black as something from behind wrapped around her head. “Mmph! Mmph!” Hikari cried out, muffled by the latex.

“Good job, Apprentice~” Sleek Nightfall crooned as she sauntered out from behind her own illusion. Natsuki had been carrying several of her illusion orbs on her when she was taken, and Apprentice had shown her mistress how to use them. The latex wrap she held in her hands bucked as Hikari tried to get free. “Now now, none of that~” she said, tugging it.

“Thank you, Mistress!” Apprentice said, before pushing Hikari back. She helped her Mistress wrap the latex around Hikari, layer after layer going lower and lower. Once her head was bound completely they moved down her neck, wrapping tighter and tighter as they went lower and lower. Hikari struggled against the latex as it squeezed her, but with each wrap her ability to move was restricted further and further.

“Mmmph! Mmmph…” Hikari struggled and tried to break free as the latex clung to her body. It felt so tight and restrictive… it showed off her body… and she liked it? What?

“Don’t worry, cutie~” Sleek Nightfall whispered in her ear, rubbing her bust on her back, “You don’t need to think about anything but this feeling. The feeling of being made so pretty… of feeling so good…”

“Forget your identity, ehehe~ It feels great~” Apprentice sang as she kept on wrapping Hikari’s body up in latex, “Be a minion~ No need to think, just need to spread the lovely latex~!”

“Well said, Apprentice…” Sleek Nightfall said.

Izanami sighed. She felt Hikari’s mind weakening as the magical latex conformed to her body and the villainess’ hypnosis. It was kind of funny - she was on a completely different power scale than pretty much anyone native to the world, but she was so easily tricked it didn’t matter. The fact Izanami could feel what was happening to Hikari’s body was nice, though… and she was insulated from the hypnosis, so she could just enjoy it.

Hikari for her part, was trying desperately not to give in - but it felt so good. It felt so good. She’d been wrapped completely, by this point, and the latex was now conforming to her body. Her breasts bounced outwards and her butt mirrored the action as it tightened around them, and all around her body she felt the intense pressure of the latex. And all the while, Sleek Nightfall whispered sweet nothings in her ear. “Don’t you love how tight it feels? How it’s squeezing all those silly little things like thoughts and individuality out of your head?”

“Nnh…” Hikari tried to refute it, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything but moan.

“Shh… you don’t need to worry. Just give in. Be a drone. Submit.” she said, squashing her breasts against Hikari’s back while Apprentice took the front. “Forget your name… it doesn’t matter who you were.”

Hikari… the nameless, latex clad girl moaned softly. The two women she was trapped between kept rubbing her. It felt so good… so good…

“Your only identity… is that you are mine. That’s all you care about. Your Mistress, and her desire to wrap the world in latex…”

“Mmh… Mistress…” the nameless girl moaned, as the latex on her face solidified, removing any visible sign of who she was. Black latex ‘hair’ flowed from the otherwise blank head, in Hikari’s style complete with the white streak. Apprentice rubbed a finger on the drone’s breast, adding a number to it - 34. “...Latex drone number 34, reporting for duty~”

Sleek Nightfall moaned softly herself. It was so nice to watch them break, to watch them give in to the beauty of latex… she caressed her newest servant’s butt as she spoke. “I look forward to your service, 34…” she whispered in her ear, sending shudders of pleasure through her body. Then she turned to Apprentice. “Now, I believe we’ve taken everyone in the immediate area… why don’t you take some drones and spread my love?”

Apprentice and 34 giggled. “Of course, Mistress! I’d love to!” Apprentice said. “34, you come with me, we need to get some of your sisters together. 32 and 33 too!” She said to the recently transformed drone and the two that had helped her set the trap. She’d clearly already forgotten 34 as anything but a drone.

34 wasn’t about to remind her, either, giggling and snapping a salute. “Yes, Mistress!” she said, no thoughts in her head beyond that of service.

Izanami, for her part, figured she’d at least get a bit of quiet in Hikari’s - or rather, 34’s - empty head for once.

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Tatami Eto, a fairly new magical girl, swore at herself for being late. She’d received the call while she was hanging out with friends on the other side of the city, and unlike many magical girls, she couldn’t fly, and she didn’t have a car. So instead, she had to rent a bike (having left her own at home) and peddle.

As efficient as bikes were for energy and speed, though, it was a big city. She’d taken entirely too long to arrive - and that was made obvious as she started to see drones before she even reached the district she was supposed to investigate. They were spreading, and it had gone from a small investigation to a full on incident - and that meant it was time to get to work.

She leapt off her bike and towards the drones. For her part, she didn’t bother with the magical girl outfit - the frills and overly modest dresses would just get in the way of her hands on fighting style. Instead she wore a short maroon sleeveless dress (and shorts underneath it to avoid certain kinds of accidents) that wouldn’t get in the way of her martial arts.

As she landed, the nearest group of drones turned to face her. Or, well, they looked like they did. It was hard to tell where they were looking when they lacked visible faces. Really, that went for their whole bodies. The only feature that would distinguish one drone from another was hair style and the number emblazoned on their bust. She took a ready stance. “Come pick on someone who can fight back, why don’t you?”

“Ehehehe…” the drones giggled in unison. “Come on and join us~”

“It’s fun~ We can rub together… allll together…”

“Latex is life~ Latex is the world~”

The drones started to advance on her, allowing their would-be victim to flee. Tatami cracked her knuckles. As the nearest drone got in range, Tatami lunged. Her magic wasn’t as dramatic as some, instead being channeled into her martial arts; as she punched, an orange aura in the shape of a tiger’s head wrapped around her fist, adding a magical burst to the punch that sent the drone flying. She barely had time to recover before the others were on her. A goat-aura’d kick sent the first flying. The third managed to grapple her, rubbing against her, but not for long before gorilla-aura clad hands grabbed onto the drone’s, and held tight as Tatami flipped them over her.

The drones staggered back to their feet, giggling and swaying on their feet. Their sleek latex bodies wouldn’t give adequate purchase for a solid connection of a physical attack - the magic did some serious damage, but without a physical blow to go with it wasn’t enough to take them out of the fight in one go.

“What’s going on here?” a cheery voice asked, it’s tone light despite the imperious words. “26, 38, 41, what are you doing playing around here? Our Mistress demands we claim this neighborhood for latex!”

Tatami looked over, and saw over a dozen more drones, standing in ranks behind a leading one. The lead drone was slightly different than the rest - still completely unidentifiable, but with some pale skin showing between pieces of latex clothes, rather than nothing but a latex bodysuit. “You’re in charge here?” she asked.

“Only while Mistress says I am!” The woman said brightly. “I’m her Apprentice! I’m a bit more important than the other minions!”

She was clearly just as brainwashed as the rest, or a bit more even - maybe she was one of the first to go down. But who she had been was irrelevant; right now, she was an enemy, and the current leader of the drones.

“Well, let’s settle this fairly, huh? A one on one match?” Tatami wasn’t interested in the honor, to be frank - but taking on one higher level drone seemed easier than a swarm.

Apprentice seemed to consider it. “Hmmm… nope! You’re going to be all wrapped up in latex soon anyway, so why bother?”

Either she was smart or just deeply brainwashed. Tatami didn’t offer any response, instead lunging. If she could take the leader out, the drones might be thrown into disarray - they never could think for themselves.

Apprentice’s face was as featureless as the other drones, but for a moment she looked surprised all the same. At least, until Tatami flew right through her and into one of the drones behind her, this one with wavy black hair with a white streak, and the number ‘34’ stamped on her breast. “Oopsie! Did I not mention I was using illusions?” Apprentice said, from her position at the back of the pack. “Drones, you know what to do!”

Tatami tried to recover, but she’d bowled right into the ranks of the drones. Before she could get to her feet, the drones started piling onto her. “Yes, Mistress~ We need to teach her how good it feels to lose yourself to latex~” 34 giggled as she leapt upon the newest victim.

Tatami was throwing drones around like rag dolls as they piled on her, but there were simply too many. Each one she tossed was swiftly replaced, and soon she was flat on her back at the bottom of a pile of latex. She shuddered as she felt their hands all over her… and even more as they started doing something else.

Wherever the drones hands touched she felt a jolt of pleasure. Wherever they touched the material of her clothes turned to latex. They were transforming her, and she couldn’t do a thing about it. Which… oddly enough, seemed to make her feel hot.

The drones ran their hands along her body, leaving trails of latex. At first, it seemed to bounce off, repulsed by Tatami’s magic. But as layer after layer was applied, it started to stick. Her extremities had blackened completely, covered in latex - the drones had pressed their boobs and butts into her hands, giggling about how good it must feel to rub their squeaky latex bodies. A pair of drones had placed themselves on her feet, rubbing her shoes with layer after layer of latex until they melted away, conforming to her feet.

Tatami was having a hard time moving at all now. She could hardly breath under the pile of drones. She couldn’t see the sun, all she could see was their bodysuits and masks. The smell of their latex was overwhelming… “Ah… Mistress was so right, it’s such a delight to see a girl break~” Apprentice said from outside the pile, “Keep going~ Doesn’t it feel so good, magical girl? Can’t you see how much they love being one with latex? They’re just sharing the joy~”

While Tatami couldn’t see their faces, she had no trouble imagining that beneath the mask each was wearing the same dopey, hypnotized grin… although, at this point, she wondered if they even were masks, or if they’d really become one with latex… as the latex material crawled up her legs and arms, and her dress blackened and started to stretch out, she found she wanted to know. She wanted to see what it felt like.

Tatami hadn’t been hypnotized before, and unlike Natsuki and Hikari, had no idea how to even begin to defend against it. In short order, her resistance stopped as her mouth split into a dumb grin. “I… I want to see how it feels myself… the latex…” she moaned, as the drones reshaped her clothes to be more… fashionable. The dress stretched across her body, flattening out as it conformed to her curves. It had turned to latex as it wrapped around her tightly, squeezing her bust and bottom out. She could feel the drones touching her and rubbing her, and it felt so good.

“Ehehehe… I knew you’d see it our way soon~ Mistress Sleek Nightfall knows best.” Apprentice giggled, as she reached down through the pile of drones to stroke Tatami’s face. “I don’t know your name, but that’s fine~ I do know you want to be latex. That’s all that you need~ Just forget who you are. All you are, is Mistress’ property~”

“I’m… Tatami…” the magical girl whispered, uncertainly.

“No no no, that’s not right~” Apprentice gently corrected. At her signal, the drones stopped rubbing her.

“No- no, bring it back… the feeling… the latex... “ Tatami almost wailed.

“We can… just forget your name. Forget everything but your owner. Then, we can finish you up~” Apprentice promised.

Tatami nodded fervently… or rather, the nameless young woman did. “I… I belong to Mistress.” she said.

Apprentice nodded to 34, who traced a number into the woman’s latex clad breast. “What’s your name?”

“I… T… 45.” the woman answered. She wasn’t sure what she’d nearly said. 45 was her name. Her only name.

“That’s very good, 45…” Apprentice stepped back, and the drones descended on their newest sister. 45 moaned loudly as the transformation was rapidly completed, as all that remained of her former self was consumed by latex. It felt so good, why would she ever deny it? Latex was love, it was life, it was her. She was latex. She was Mistress’ property. The rest was irrelevant, not real. The latex sealed itself over her face, removing any distinguishing features as a bit of latex fiber flowed from her head as a replacement for hair.

When the drones dispersed and stood up, Apprentice couldn’t tell which had been Tatami. There were so many that her number was lost in the mix. Not that it mattered - one drone was just the same as another, and 45 was no different. “Let’s go, girls~ Mistress wants us to be up to 60 within an hour~”

The drones giggled their ascent, and scattered into the city, seeking new victims.