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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 7: 06

Bio-Forge Master

Chapter 6

Fran finally slumped into his apartment, having already swapped out his face and everything, and simply made a beeline to his bed. As he entered, he carefully removed Midnight and put her on a little bed of blanket's he had made for her. He ignored as Aisha watched him and he ignored her increased breathing when he stripped to his boxers. He simply fell onto his bed with a satisfied groan.

"Man, fuck this whole goddamn damn…"

Seriously... God, Jesus, Budda, Flying Spaghetti Monster! Save him from PTSD riddled cripples with massive chips on their shoulders with a fetish for power plays!

"Fran? Dude, you okay?" Aisha asked as she approached the bedside.

Fran just rolled onto his back and reached over, grabbing Aisha, making her squeal in surprise, and pulling her down and holding her. Aisha froze stiff for a few moments before she relaxed and rested her head on his chest.

"Rough day?" She asked quietly, which might have well been her speaking normally with how quiet the apartment was despite the sound of the tv droning in the background.

"Yeah." Fran grumbled as he messed with her hair, smiling faintly as the pleased murmurs Aisha made.

He knew it would only make her even more determined to get him to sex her, but currently he was out of fucks to give. And honestly… It just felt really nice just holding someone. Fran just closed his eyes and relaxed, not even bothered by Aisha shifting around. He wasn't even surprised when the feeling of denim and cloth was replaced by skin, because why wouldn't Aisha get comfortable?

"Wanna talk about it?" Aisha asked as she traced the surgical scars on his chest, which made Fran shudder slightly… that felt a lot more pleasant than he imagined!

"... Well, you know how I was going to Parian's for a costume?" Aisha nodded, "Well then I acted like a hero and…"

{Flashback}

"Okay. Fuck it." Dr. Patches grunted as he put Midnight back into his jacket pocket, the kitten had felt playful earlier and he decided to play with her to distract himself.

That was an hour ago and now the kitten was curled up asleep, which he carefully moved her to his jacket pocket, as he stood up and looked at the mirror. Might as well let the observers know what he was going to do.

"Okay, I've been here for two hours. Imma going to go back to the front and actually get registered then I'm going home." Dr. Patches said, "Great service by the way, very professional." He snarked as he went to the door and opened it to let himself out.

Honestly, he expected it to be locked!

Stepping out only to immediately be confronted by a PRT agent, probably from the observer room but frankly he didn't really care. All he wanted was to get this shit done and go home, maybe take a nap. Hell, he'd even entertain Aisha's antics after all this bullshit!

"Um, sir?" Dr. Patches just held up a finger cutting him off.

"Listen, I'm sure you're just following orders and I can respect that. And that's the only reason I'm not ignoring you completely." Dr. Patches said bluntly, "I don't know if the PRT is incompetent, if the message got lost, or whatever. But I've been waiting here for two hours to register as an Independent Hero in an uncomfortable chair in a damn interrogation room. Now, I'm going to go to the front and register, and then I am going to go home. That's it, no negotiations or bargains, I'm going to register and leave. And for the record? If the PRT is always so heavy handed, it's not surprising that there are so many Independents that don't want to deal with this bullshit."

Was it harsh, probably. Did it come off as Karen-y, maybe. But honestly Dr. Patches had no fucks left to give. And seeing as the agent was just… stunned he shrugged and walked past him, which brought the guy back to reality and moved to intercept.

{Flashback End}

"Seriously!? Man, that's stupid." Aisha grumbled as Fran's ministrations slowly relaxed her, "That's a great way to start a working relationship…" She mumbled absent mindedly giving Fran a kiss on his chest.

Fran just hummed in agreement, while the entire thing was upsetting, he didn't really blame any of the agents or Heroes. They were overworked, understaffed, and hilariously outnumbered… Honestly, a lot of the problems started at the top anyway. He couldn't say for sure if Piggot was a 'Cape Bigot' or just a hard ass making the best out of a shit hand.

Still, it was kind of frustrating.

"Fran? When are we going to go out?" Aisha asked.

Fran… had kind of forgotten about that, but instead of saying as much he held the girl tightly making her purr, which in turn made him consider giving her a Cat Zoanthrope gene. But as he thought that he started considering what he knew of her personality; chiefly her preference for mischief and causing chaos.

Maybe instead of a Cat Zoanthrope he could make her a Chimera? The challenge of combining all the samples and ensuring all the key traits combined and stayed stable would prove rather exhilarating honestly!

The kiss to her forehead surprised Aisha but she certainly wasn't complaining, "How about tomorrow?" He offered, "I could go for a burger."

"It's a date!" Aisha said with a beaming smile as she rested her head on his chest and giggled happily.

Happy that Aisha was happy Fran turned his thoughts to his new project, the trick would be… what creatures to use? Creatures well known for hiding of course… Why not ocean life but… something else as well. Hmm, now how would he get genetic samples of a cuttlefish, an octopus, a chameleon, and… hmm… something with bioluminescence.

Though a part of him (a very small part) felt guilty for even considering releasing a Stranger: Yes, with a preference for mischief and chaos loose into the city. But honestly, he couldn't care less, he just wanted Aisha to be safe and happy…

And to stop fondling his crotch… despite how nice it felt…

100 CP Gained!

600 CP Available!

Banked!

Nah, he was actually going to roll instead.

Though he was faintly concerned by the… giddiness he felt? It certainly wasn't from him…

Rolling...

Garland Ironworks Buffs – (free) (Final Fantasy XIV)

Success

Rolling…

Ruins of the last Age – (free) (Final Fantasy XIV)

Success

Rolling…

Magitech Mastery - (600 cp) (Final Fantasy VI)

Success

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The sudden impact of the knowledge gained slammed into his brain like a runaway freight train, and there was a lot of stuff in those perks! Honestly if it wasn't for the serum to increase his brain neuroplasticity, he might've suffered from some form of brain damage or possibly even an aneurism! Something that Aisha wasn't really prepared to deal with.

"Something I could address with Legacy Lived… just a simple blood transfusion and I would have an assistant on the same level as myself…" The thought was rather nice, plus who didn't want a competent assistant?

"You okay Fran?" Aisha asked, "Powers doing it again?"

Sometimes Aisha surprised him with just how observant she is, and instead of answering he gave her a squeeze.

"Yeah, I'll tell you later." He said, "Now stop fondling me and let's watch some tv, yeah?"

"Sounds good." Aisha said, "... But are you sure you don't want a handy? And you're not going to put your clothes back on, are you?"

"... No thanks…" He really hoped she didn't notice that pause in answering, "And… nah, fuck today."

Aisha just nodded in agreement, though that amused look in her eyes told him that she didn't miss that pause. Regardless they both got up and moved from his bedroom and into the living room to watch tv. And it was of no surprise at all when Aisha decided to sit on his lap instead of beside him. It also made him wish he really did get dressed because Aisha kept wiggling… and giggling as she felt him react.

Apparently since he declined the hand job, she decided to give him a lap dance…

"Goddamnit Aisha…" Fran thought with nothing but fond exasperation.

She was such a mischievous minx… but she was his mischievous minx and Fran wouldn't have it any other way!

Chuckling he just wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder as they watched tv, Fran just chuckled even more as her pulse started to race.

Still in his boxers (and Aisha in her panties… and he wasn't surprised she didn't wear a bra) Fran nodded as he looked at his first device using magitech, it wasn't much honestly… but a very advanced blood drawing and transfusion device. Honestly, actually enchanting the machinery was… a very interesting sensation.

After a few false starts he figured it out, simply put enchanting (or at least this style of enchanting) was about… impressing your desires on the machine. Granted this wasn't the proper method, it was a quick and dirty method used explicitly by beginners to magitech which Fran is despite what Magitech Mastery implied. So, for finally dipping his feet into magitech engineering it felt appropriate, he's just lucky whatever bullshit powered the Celestial Forge replaced the cannibalized tools and machines unless it was a direct upgrade for something.

Like if he used the biocontainment unit and turned it into a stasis cell, when the Forge 'reset' the lab the stasis cell would remain and wouldn't revert back into a biocontainment cell.

Granted Fran wasn't entirely sure if he was right, but something told him he wasn't wrong either. Honestly, he got a 'little bit of both' feeling… probably from the Forge itself. Which was weird but… Fran is a gender bent expy of a Horror-Comedy protagonist from a manga in a setting that was written by a hack that hated authority with a fetish for grimderp.

So, what did he know?

"Fran whatcha making?" Aisha asked, sounding annoyed, making him realize he had been ignoring her as he focused on his work.

"Ah, sorry. New toys, you know?" Fran replied scratching the back of his head, "But this is a blood drawing and transfusion machine. It'll be useful, well if you're interested that is." Of course, she'd be interested, however Fran had to make the offer if only to soothe his on conscious.

"How's that going to help?" Aisha asked, "Well, besides the obvious."

"Well, you know how my power is utter bullshit?" Aisha just snorted as Fran continued, "Well, I can pass along my knowledge to someone, you if you're interested, by giving them some of my blood. None of the physical alterations will transfer of course, but… all my medical and engineering knowledge, along with the more esoteric stuff as well."

There, he had laid it all out to her now he just had to wait for her answer.

She scratched her cheek, "You know… I would've preferred a very different method of 'transferring' the knowledge." She said with a cheeky grin, and she wiggled her eyebrows before she plopped herself down and offered her arm, "Go on daddy give me your vital fluids!~"

Fran just rolled his eyes and chuckled as he started hooking her up before sitting in another seat and plugging himself in as well. After a few seconds he activated the machine, and as it hummed to life Fran felt it drawing his blood.

Blood that was a lot thicker than natural and a more vibrant shade of red that almost glowed.

It was probably paranoia on his part but the machine, in theory, should allow the transfusion to work as intended despite not having a compatible blood type. When his very unusual blood entered the machine Fran was starting to feel antsy. He would be able to react fast enough in case anything happened, still the fact that he didn't have a chance to stress test the machine bothered him deeply.

"Dude. Your blood is freaky." Aisha said with a grin, "So cool!"

Fran would've rolled his eyes if his eyes weren't watching the blood cycle out of the machine and make its way to Aisha. And as it slowly entered Aisha, he kept a close eye on the girl.

"So is your blood supposed to do some-" Aisha cut herself off and she zoned out.

Fran ripped the needle out of his arm, and he immediately started checking her own. Pupils dilated, her blood pressure was elevated… Fran didn't think her nipples hardening or the fact that her panties were damp was an important observation to make note of. Regardless he kept watch and minutes passed and eventually Aisha slumped back and panted.

Fran tried to ignore Aisha's breasts.

"That… that was a rush…" Aisha said eventually, "... I know surgery…"

"Did you just quote the Matrix?" Fran asked with a chuckle.

"Well… I mean why not? Will Smith looked so bad ass when he said it!" Aisha whined.

Fran chuckled as he looked at her, "Show me." He said knowing Aisha loved it when he played along as he moved to the operating table and laid down.

Aisha giggled in excitement but didn't jump ahead of herself, instead she went over and washed up… and didn't put anything beyond some surgical gloves on…

Of course, before Fran could ask about that she fucking strutted over and gave him a grin… that he knew he'd have when he started operating on himself or Aisha. It seems some of his mannerisms carried over…

"Time to play doctor~" She cooed.

"Goddamnit why is that so hot?" Fran thought.

Of course, then he had an intrusive thought, "It's just a few months…"

But she shook that off as Aisha injected the pain suppressant… but…

"Aisha? I think you gave me too… muc…" Fran just trailed off as he fell asleep.

The last thing he heard.

"Don't worry, you'll love it." She said, "Besides, I'll probably notice things you skipped over."

200 CP Acquired!

200 CP Available!

Banked!

Looking at the sleeping Fran she smiled, "A mans shouldn't be so adorable!" She said with a giggle.

Shaking her head, she went through the prep as she considered everything her man, and he is her man even if he was still playing hard to get, had pumped into her. The sheer amount of medical knowledge his blood had somehow given her was absolutely mind boggling! The fact that he could, through flippin' surgery (not to mention through hypnosis and therapy) fix addiction and cravings somewhat upset her but after some thought realized he probably didn't know how to approach the subject.

Which was stupid, but her stud is thoughtful and gentlemanly like that.

Aisha however didn't have that hangup and was planning to abduct her junkie of a mother and fix her, her consent or approval did not matter. Aisha wanted her mom back; she hated the junkie she had turned herself into! She missed when they would actually go to the library and just read. She missed when she would bake cookies on special occasions, or just because she felt they both deserved a sweet treat!

But what really blew her mind was all the magitech shit! She could enchant now like a fucking wizard! And the zoanthrope thing opened all sorts of interesting thoughts! Why bother Triggering? Point at one parahuman that is perfectly stable and reasonable, and she'd call that parahuman a fucking liar! It was well documented that parahumans always had issues, some more obvious than others.

"Okay babe, time to let Doctor Aisha see what she can do to make everything better!" A little roleplay never hurt, now if only he was awake, they could complete this dirty doctor play fully.

Though a part of her just wanted to start riding him, she wanted his to be awake and aware and completely consenting as she milked him for everything he had to offer! Though she supposed she could check him out down there as well, she was a virgin but that didn't mean she didn't want her first time to be anything less than memorable!

Not that she would give him a pornstar sized dick, the thought of a giant dong impaling her was too intimidating. Maybe for their next session?

Humming to herself she opened his chest open easily enough, cracked his sternum, and got a rib spreader to open up his chest cavity completely.

Aisha had always had a fascination with medicine, but Fran's gifts… just made it even greater! And as she examined her man's internal organs and tissues, she could see what he was thinking, Survival and Efficiency. Humming she poked and prodded, moving organs around gently without disrupting their functions.

Looking at everything Fran had done to himself; it was beautiful in a macabre way. However, Aisha could see ways to improve things, to add a little redundancy to overall increase both survivability and efficiency.

Organs that served no purpose, and some that would be removed in worst case situations, were cannibalized. Reused and repurposed, while other organs were given a total overhaul. By the time Aisha was gluing his sternum back together and closing him back up, she had created and applied additions that would help Fran.

First being a Thrombocyte organ, which would aid in blood clotting and help in rapidly sealing injuries while clearing out damaging internal clotting that might be cause by diseases, toxins, and poisons.

Next was what Aisha called a Sports Heart, which amounts to a secondary heart that is able to pump blood extremely quickly for extended periods of time providing the body the necessary boost when required. Otherwise, it functioned just like a regular heart.

She then moved on to his head, she didn't really mess with his brain however she did figure some improvements to his eyes would be welcomed. Carefully removing his eyes and walking over to the lab she immediately started working, taking three different augmentations and combining them into one without increasing the overall size.

The base being what Aisha decided to call the Eye-Plus. What made it different from a traditional eye were the multiple hybrid lens/receptor layers that use interference to detect passing photons, providing multiple simultaneous fields of focus and amazing visual clarity.

The next being called the IR/UV Eye. This eye should allow Fran to see far into the ultra-violet spectrums and allow him to perceive so-called 'impossible colors' thanks to its thirty-nine types of cone cells. Comparatively a normal eye only has three types of cone cells: red, green, and blue.

The final one being called the Telescopic Eye. This eye is surrounded by tissue through which light is split, refracted, and reflected through to sub-retinas to increase visual fidelity and focal length.

Combining all three augments posed something of a challenge, but Aisha with all the knowledge backing her felt up to the task.

And the final augment that she would apply, for his and her future enjoyment (and Taylors' if she ever stops swimming in Denial), with a giggled she removed his boxers and eyed the limp phallus. It certainly wasn't the peak of masculinity, but it certainly wasn't a tiny thing, actually measuring it and low balling it she figured when he was fully erect, he reached a comfortable six… maybe six in a half inches in length with a good two in circumference!

Still, she got to work adding what she called a Myradic Organ. A shape-changing organ that can take on the appearance and function of traditional homo-sapiens organs of either common biological sex or both at once. It also allowed for self-control of fertility so Fran could rawdog her all he wanted, and she wouldn't get preggers unless he wanted!

And Aisha couldn't deny… something about him having that control over her made her very wet.

Now finished she put his boxers back on and applied the counter agent of the pain suppressor, which should wake him up.

And as he slowly came to Aisha went and started cleaning the tools as cleaning what blood spatter that got all over her. Absent-mindedly she wondered what sort of augments she should apply next time.

100 CP Acquired!

300 CP Available!

Banked!

"God, Aisha better not have given me a giant dick!" Don't get him wrong, he trusted Aisha… but he wasn't oblivious to the fact that she desperately wanted to jump his bones.

And though he hid it well he had seriously been considering giving her what she wanted. After all, it was only a few months anyway. So, what if they got started a little early? It's not like they would be proclaiming that they were fucking from the top of the Medhall building! And honestly, he just… really needed to get laid.

Outside of masturbation he hadn't gotten any action since he arrived on Bet, and he had been so focused on survival he never considered sex toys or even getting a prostitute. Besides giving his thoughts now the idea of getting a toy or paying for it just seemed like a waste.

"After our… date then." He decided as he opened his eyes and… found himself impressed at just how clearer everything was!

Then his eyes crossed as he started seeing in the IR/UV spectrum, "Okay that's impressive and going to take some getting used to." Never mind the fact that when he focused on Aisha, he could count her individual pores on her skin!

Pushing himself into a sitting position he examined himself, also noticing that his field of vision was wider slightly… and no he didn't just notice that because of Aisha's dumptruck of an ass was still in his vision.

Still while he couldn't tell entirely what Aisha had all done, outside of the obvious, he didn't find himself too displeased. Pulling his boxers open he checked, and while the surgical scars did set off some alarm bells seeing everything was still the same did set him at ease.

Now he just had to worry about whatever insanity Aisha decided his reproductive system needed.

"Sooooo…" Fran blinked and looked up at Aisha who was standing there with her hip cocked out with a smirk, "Let's talk some mad science! Zoanthrope, I want it. Fuck being a parahuman!"

Fran just shook his head and chuckled, "Sure, I'll share what I had in mind for you. Actually, you could probably help me find some species of spider I can hybridize for my own zoanthrope gene." He said.

"What about Tay?" Aisha asked as she approached and took a seat on the operating table.

"Honestly? I was considering something to increase her leg strength, maybe an ambush predator of some type?" Fran speculated, "She doesn't strike me as the type that would want to punch criminals."

Aisha nodded at that, "Fair." She said, "And I'll tell you everything that I did to you as well as ideas I had for future operations!" She added excitedly.

"Great, how about you start with why'd you use too much pain suppressor. I'm fairly sure I told you it acts as a powerful sedative." Fran said, "And then you can tell me what you did to my privates!"

Aisha just laughed, which made Fran smile. And despite the mischief he had enabled through the blood transfusion… he didn't regret a thing!

Augments used came from the Bio-Warrior Cyoa.

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