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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971

Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 57, Follows: 75, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024

29Chapter 6: 05

Bio-Forge Master

Chapter 5

Aisha is a simple girl with simple needs really, she isn't just a chaotic gremlin that delights in causing mischief and mayhem just because she's bored!

Well, not all the time anyway!

All she wants for her life is to have fun, for her family to unfuck themselves (which is the most unlikely thing to happen), have lots of money, and for a certain twinky stud that routinely plays with her insides to finally succumb and give her the dicking she desires! Seriously she has working eyes, she knows just how much he appreciates her ass and admires it!

Deciding to stop thinking of her desire for the femboy booty she focused on the PHO thread about her man, honestly her favorite response was by DebaucheryTea! This person over the internet was one of her people! They understood the lust for the femboy dumptruck booty!

How Fran hasn't realized just how much cake he's packing simply blew Aisha's mind!

Still as much as she wouldn't mind indulging her thirst, she really didn't feel like cleaning up after herself. So instead, she focused on her girl Tay, honestly… She knew the girl had issues. Having had one sleepover with Tay, well Aisha quickly caught on that things weren't perfect between her and her pops. Honestly the guy seemed like a ghost!

Eating dinner with Tay and her pops was the single most awkward meal she had ever had, but she had to give credit where credit was due. Danny… tried to talk with Taylor, but well… things had gotten so bad neither of them really knew how to talk to each other. And in Aisha's unprofessional opinion?

The two desperately needed all the therapy, which was unlikely to happen as that shit cost money.

Moving on Aisha stretched out on Fran's bed, grumbling about him taking Midnight with him. Not that she blamed him, Aisha wouldn't want to leave a kitten home alone in a new place. Besides, PHO seemed to love the little fluffy ball, though she did chuckle at just how close Void was so right yet so wrong!

XxxVoidCowboyxxX

Replied On Jan 1st 2011:

I bet that cat was dead when he found it and brought it back to life with biotinker fuckery and that it's actually a hyper lethal killing machine that turns into a feline abomination murdercat!

Technically not wrong, but certainly not right either. And the summary dogpiling that happened afterwards was pure amusement in Aisha's opinion.

Actually, it made her think about when Fran put his foot down regarding Taylor's, in hindsight, reasonable paranoia about his powers. She knew the girl had trust issues, but to actually try to… gatekeeper someone else's powers just because it makes you uncomfortable!? That's just bullshit, and she let Tay know it after Fran established his goddamn dominance on the subject!

Honestly? Aisha wanted him to fuck her so badly after that! Well, either that or peg that smashable ass of his!

So much cake! Aisha want's a bite! And according to PHO a whole lot of other people want some of that cake too! Especially that DebaucheryTea! Seriously he may have been banned from that thread, but Aisha tracked him down over to the NSFW board and found the dude having already started writing a smut about her twinky stud!

It hadn't gotten lewd yet, but it was certainly building up to it, so she figured in the next chapter or two there would be some hot guy on guy action. She wondered who would top though?

Shaking her head, she decided to resume her lurking, only occasionally shitposting or thirstposting. And teasing the other thirsty thots!

"Actually…" Aisha texted Fran and told him to pick up a 'cape phone' for him to use, "Then I'll get him to set up an account! Then we can shitpost together!" She exclaimed with an excited grin.

Of course, she then resumed her shitposting until she got a one-day ban for stirring up too much shit!

And though she was stopped from posting, it didn't mean she couldn't still enjoy the thread itself!

After she got her fill of reading Aisha got up with a yawn and figured she should make herself something to eat. Humming to herself she went to Fran's small kitchen and started pulling out some ramen, a pot, a small thing of beef bouillon, and a measuring cup.

As she prepared her ramen, she couldn't help but wonder with a faint smile at how everyone thought she was full of shit when she said she knew Fran and helped him out. Admittedly the 'help him out' was a stretch and hints of his 'tragic backstory' were total bullshit, the thought honestly amused her.

However, she could take the whole being experimented on, being left for dead, and gaining a power that would help him put himself back together and run with it. All she'd have to do is convince Fran to go along with it himself, which honestly wouldn't be that hard, Fran enjoyed a good joke and story himself.

The trick would be keeping it manageable and believable, because she had no doubt that there would be some PHO Warriors that would go out of their way to confirm everything. So that meant they would have to do some research, at least to add enough tidbits to the story to make it possible.

Granted it wouldn't be too hard, what with the S9 roaming the country. They'd eliminated small towns, and since Bonesaw joined (though there's still a debate if she willingly joined or if she was brainwashed into it) Fran's theoretical backstory was entirely possible really.

All it would need is a location and really, PHO would do the rest of the work for her!

"I love it when people do the work for me…" Aisha murmured to herself as she added some beef bouillon to the water and started stirring until it was all dissolved.

Fran confused her, and she never hid that fact.

Aisha knows it and even Fran himself knows it, the difference being that it amuses Aisha and Fran doesn't really care. He's been nothing but accommodating, she had no doubt in her mind he knew she didn't trust adults more often than not given how she's always been let down, but he wasn't afraid to put his foot down! She could call the PRT and get him arrested! But she wouldn't… he is the first adult in her life that actually took time to help her… even help her realize the futility of trying to 'wait out' Emma and Sophia.

They wouldn't get tired of her; they wouldn't get bored of her. Fran speculated that Sophia had some form of psychopathy, and that Emma had some sort of psychotic break, which had never been treated and just grown worse.

Fran helped her with her studies and convinced her to go for her GED and leave Winslow behind. Fran helped her not look like an upright frog and… made her pretty! He… he was honestly too good for her, why was a cape wasting time on her? She's just useless, pathetic, boring Taylor… Aisha is prettier and more interesting than her! Why doesn't he focus entirely on her and just ignore Taylor…

She shook her head to dispel that thought and instead focused on logging out of her alt-account on PHO and into her main account. Granted she hadn't used it beyond browsing and occasionally making a comment here and there. After finishing logging back in she resumed reading the thread that Fran accidentally started with his actions on Boardwalk.

She actually had to research what exactly he did, but afterwards it just left her impressed. She knew of his skills in the medical field. After all she had been under his knife and honestly, she had never been happier, now her glasses were simple glass as her sight was now as perfect as humanly possible!

She actually had boobs now! And the pudge was gone!

She never realized that her pudge was due to a case of malnutrition (something she would never tell her dad, ever), hell she wasn't even sure how you even went about correcting something like that through surgery! But he did it, and he never asked for anything! Honestly a part of Taylor felt like he was getting her tangled in strings so she could never escape him.

But honestly… she wasn't sure if she wanted to!

He clearly wasn't taking anyone's bullshit, especially her own. He told her flat out that he wasn't going to let her dictate how he used his power! He even went on to explain how he could help people with his skills and reminded her that with powers always came as a package.

You couldn't have the Good, without the Bad. And that she needed to pull her head out of her ass.

He then turned back around and got to work on something, and Taylor's eyes moved too…

"I'm not weird! I mean all of PHO is talking about how good his butt is!" Taylor thought as she closed her eyes, "But when he got all stern and told me he wasn't… going… FUCK! I am weird!"

It was at that moment… did Taylor realize she had Daddy issues…

… Aisha must never know…

However, this realization didn't stop her from looking at the picture of Fran bent over checking on the downed man.

He does have a nice ass, and Taylor is still a teenager. Not to forget that puberty is a bitch.

Not that she has feelings for the guy, she'll happily let Aisha take all his sexual attention!

His initial goal of coming out to the Boardwalk was to visit Parian's and get a costume sorted, that changed when he intervened in a medical emergency and through his actions gave the ambulance and medical personnel much needed extra time to save his life. And of course, the PRT arrived, possibly because someone called them? Maybe because they were patrolling anyway, but regardless they arrived and Dr. Patches found himself sitting in what looked like an interrogation, err a questioning room with Miss Militia.

The room was barren other than a pair of uncomfortable metal seats, a table, and a large 'mirror' which is actually a window into an observation room where his words would no doubt be recorded and dissected. All that was missing was someone to play the Bad Cop to Miss Militia's Good Cop.

Or so he assumed anyway, he didn't know what to expect really. All he really had was knowledge that the PRT was incompetent, but that was written by someone that didn't know how to write a government organization and obviously had personal issues with authority. So realistically he didn't know what to expect, while Wildbow may have written about this world, this was reality and not some sort of SI fanfiction. So, Dr. Patches figured it would be best to keep an open mind.

Still, he just had to ask.

"So, do all Heroically inclined independents get similar treatment? Or did I break a law I wasn't aware of?" He asked, "I asked for permission and the woman, his wife I guess, gave it soooo I… didn't do anything wrong."

"Nothing like that." Miss Militia said, "It's just standard procedure to bring in capes that interact with the public like you have."

Dr. Patches smelt some bullshit, surely, they actually had an open office for questioning! Perhaps this was a subtle attempt to drive him to join? Would Miss Militia start throughout trumped up statistics that indicate that Independents didn't last long? If that was the case then why was New Wave still active, never mind the smaller groups of Independents through the city? Is the PRT so hungry for more capes that they have no problems using scare tactics as long as they get what they want?

Or is this actually standard procedure, put in place by a director that didn't like capes and hated ones that even lightly poked her trauma button? He wanted to give them the benefit of a doubt, but honestly it was rather difficult to do so due to his own opinions and bias.

Celestial Forge

200 CP Gained!

500 CP Available!

Banked!

"Well, that's nice." He thought before focusing on Miss Militia, "Fair enough, well ask your questions. Just know I may or may not answer them."

"Hmm, you know your refusal to answer might make some of you suspicious." Miss Militia pointed out, her voice not giving anything away making Dr. Patches raise a brow.

"Perhaps, but my private life is my private life and is no one else's business." Dr. Patches retorted calmly.

"So, you're an open cape?" Miss Militia asked, deciding it was pointless to pursue the previous line of debate.

Dr. Patches chuckled faintly and smiled and gave her an amused look, "Let me answer you a question with a question." He said with clear amusement in his voice, "Why do you think this is my actual face?" Technically… it wasn't a lie either, so if Armsmaster was on the other side of the window it should register as him being honest.

Actually, does Armsmaster have a lie detector? Or does that happen sometime later?

"So, you're a Changer?" Miss Militia asked.

"I… well I suppose technically." Dr. Patches said, "Personally I prefer to consider myself as a Thinker with surgical and medical leanings."

"Not Tinker?" Miss Militia asked, but Dr. Patches could hear her disbelief.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but Tinker's are identified by their compulsive building and their inability to really stop themselves from drawing out schematics." Dr. Patches said, "I've never experienced things like that. Perhaps a minor Tinker rating for instinctive knowledge of medical and surgical procedures. However, everything I know, any trained surgeon or EMT could do easily. The only difference being I can push the boundaries and do things trained professionals are theoretically able to do but are physically impossible to do." He explained.

"That is an impressive skill set." Miss Militia said, "You know, depending on your age you could join the Wards or Protectorate and we could supply you with all the tools and equipment you'd need." She offered.

"Huh, a soft sell huh?" Honestly, he would've been tempted if not for the bullshit that is the Celestial Forge however maybe he could get something out of this regardless, "Thanks but no thanks. I am interested in having a working relationship of course, while I'm sure I could effectively fight criminals. I'm mainly interested in easing the burden on Panacea's shoulders and making a bit of a profit along the way." He explained.

"Ah, well that's disappointing." Miss Militia said, "Well we can get you registered and set up something with the local Brockton General. I assume you wouldn't be available at all hours of the day?"

"No, I've recently gained a regular nine to five job." Dr. Patches said, "So I'll mainly be available on weekends, though I will respond to emergencies… as long as they are emergencies and not a rich jackass throwing money around."

He figured he'd keep his plans to open a clinic to himself though, he still wasn't sure where he would even set it up in the first place. Should he go through legal channels and find a place or just find an abandoned place and just… put down roots? Things to think about later, maybe Aisha or Taylor would have an idea?

"Hmm, well just relax. I'll send in someone to get you registered." Miss Militia said as she stood up, "Oh, what name do you go by?" She asked curiously.

"Dr. Patches." He said, "Didn't have one until a little girl gave me the idea. Plus, well it's pretty PR friendly you know?"

Miss Militia just chuckled at that and nodded before walking out leaving Dr. Patches by himself, and he opted to amuse himself by staring at the mirror with a knowing look in his eyes.

Petty? Perhaps but he needed something to do!

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