Ranma the Dragon: Race Queen Idol [Episode 112476]

Moving Violations continued to speed around the track.   Inside its unwilling passenger enjoyed a smooth ride within its mechanical embrace.   Her struggles ceased as she found herself growing strangely lethargic as musak was piped directly into her ears and subliminal suggestions were pumped into her brain.   Its software was reprogramming her soft mushy thoughts.

Then the car’s specially transformed hardware set to work on Haruka’s soft fleshy bits.   Its tools started at her hips, then onto her thighs and stomach, sculpting her flesh.   They made her breasts, her tits, so round and full.   Haruka did not complain, she could not complain.   Her eyes stared vacantly out of her empty head.  

Her new hair extensions had been pulled to the top of her head and threaded through a hole in the top of a pretend race helmet.   The helmet was teaching her things she would need to know, making her forget things she would not.   Her mouth soundlessly repeated a mantra of things she would need to say.   “... I am a Race Queen.   I serve Plasmotors.   I am company property.   They own my body.   I do not mind.   I have no mind.   I am only a body; a hot body.   I am very sexy.   I like men looking at my body.   I hope it gives them huge erections.   They should look at me and associate Plasmotor’s cars with sex.   I am happy to be a sex object for Plasmotors.   I obey my instructions.   I do not question my orders.   I have no will of my own.   I am a Race Queen ...”

She was being recycled from racer to race queen, and her new sponsors were making her perfect like their race cars; a living advertisement in expensive luxury features.   She would be so sleek and shiny, a pleasure to ride and use, and ninety eight percent plastic.

When they were finished the transformation she was placed into the rest of her new uniform; dressed like a living doll by mechanical hands.   Thigh high boots with spike heels adorned her freshly sculpted long legs.   White latex hot pants were moulded so tight they outlined her crotch in perfect detail.   Her new double dee cupped orbs jutted out through the latex crop top off adorning her slender frame.

Moving Violations drew up into the pit and disgorged its passenger.   “Hi!” she told the pit crew dreamily as they gathered around her.   She vaguely recognized them as her pit crew, but felt the need to introduce her new self bubble up anyway.   “I’m Race Queen Hari-chan.   It’s wonderful to have been selected to serve.   Hari-chan is eager to advance Plasmotor’s mission.   Please tell me what Hari-chan can do to please you.”

“Do you remember who you are?” one of the guys asked nervously.   “Who you were, I mean?”

Haruka shook her head.   “Hari-chan hardly remembers her old self.   Hari-chan remember that she was very unhappy.   Hari-chan tries not to think about such things.   Hari-chan is fortunate to have been chosen to serve as Race Queen where Hari-chan dosen’t have to think at all!”

“Uh, try to remember,” the mechanic insisted.   “What were you?”

“Alright then,” Haruka agreed and screwed up her pretty face in concentration.   “Hari-chan listens and obeys.   Haruka was a silly girl who thought she could be a racer.   Hari-chan likes fast cars.   They are so sleek, shiny, and sexy, like Hari-chan.   Oh yeah... Haruka was a terrible driver and it made her so bitchy.   She was very mean to other racers but they let her win.   Probably because they wanted to sleep with her.”

“Do you remember sleeping with any of them?”

Haruka frowned with uncertainty, then smiled as the helmet provided the answer.   “Nah uh.   Hari-chan does not remember Haruka sleeping with any men.  Haruka was very silly trying to compete against them and not putting out for them.   Hari-chan is built for comfort not speed, and that makes me so happy now.   Hari-chan is just a toy for the boys, and it makes me so hot thinking about it.   Do you want to ride Hari-chan now?”