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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 11: 10

Bio-Forge Master

Chapter 10

"Okay, no more distractions."

Aisha was busy with whatever she did when not with him or at school and Taylor was with her, he had the day off from work, and he had everything he needed to get to work. Granted a part of him was concerned, knowing the sort of chaos Aisha could cause, however he refused to be one of those guys that demanded to know where Aisha was every moment she was away from him. He simply had to trust that she wouldn't get into too much trouble as much as that didn't sit well with him.

At least Taylor was with her so hopefully she could keep Aisha from acting out too badly.

Regardless, it was time to operate! Thankfully, his new psychic powers provided a solution regarding how awkward it is operating on himself, astral projecting and possessing an anatomically correct (not that correct) 'meat' puppet.

So now he could operate on himself and not have to deal with awkward angles or mirrors!

Taking a dose of pain-suppressor Fran projected his mind into the puppet and took it over.

… What did it say about himself that he found himself hot?

Shaking the surprisingly narcissistic thought away, Fran focused on the task at hand. And he had a basic idea where to begin as well! Why not work on the surface and work his way down, probably not the most efficient timewise but it seemed right to him.

Besides, the sooner he didn't have to worry about small caliber gunfire the better, maybe he could incorporate some form of flame retardant as well, seeing as the city had a Rage Dragon problem!

The trick would be combining everything he wanted, a Changer ability, Brute toughness, resistance to fire… and whatever else he thought would help him. Perhaps… hmm, that could wait. Besides putting gills on his neck or along his ribs would present a weakness, he could only imagine how bad it'd hurt if Hookwolf got his hooks into them!

Shaking his head, he used his telekinesis to turn on some 'mood music' for his enjoyment. And no, he didn't question where the music came from, Fran felt relatively safe to assume that the Forge was being sassy in its own way.

"Not that it isn't appropriate." He thought as he started humming along.

The very first augment being the Pinocchio weave to hide all unnatural alterations from traditional scanners, though probably not Tinkertech but that was a problem for Future Fran to deal with. Surprisingly implanting the system of micro-organs wasn't as time consuming as he initially thought, in fact he moved on to the Thermo-Dermis to deal with any Rage Dragon encounters (though he personally never wished to encounter said Rage Dragon as he suspected he could easily burn hotter than the augments tolerances) before implanting the Skinweave Gland which would slowly spread throughout his skin.

Skinweave wouldn't make him bullet or stab proof, however it would prevent anything to penetrate his skin from getting deep enough to hit anything important. Really rather unnecessary as he planned on installing some subdermal protection, but he didn't believe in overkill.

The final implant for his epidermis would be the Exodermis Sheath, which was honestly more efficient than the Biosculptor and in essence combined with some skeletal augments it would provide an even greater separation from Dr. Patches and Fran Moss!

Though after some thought he decided to implant a Flesh Pocket as well, never doubt the utility of a pocket absolutely no one would ever consider looking for!

Finishing that Fran went over to the lab to gather the materials to create four Floating Scapula along with all the other skeletal reinforcements he had in mind. After some thought he got a gurney and just got everything he would need for the intense surgery ahead of him.

Honestly, he was rather embarrassed he didn't do it in the first place.

Shaking his head, he returned to the surgery and got back to work.

It's funny how realizations work.

He is metaphorically elbow deep into his own guts when he realizes… he could essentially make a Fran Moss 'puppet' like he was controlling right now and use it for his civilian life while he goes whole hog into modifying his primary body and not focus on trying to hide all the unnatural biotinker fuckery he was doing.

However, he had a plan, and he didn't want to disrupt it just because of this realization. Currently he was in essence replacing his entire digestive system along with his liver which would either be converted into a more efficient version, as well as his diaphragm, kidneys, appendix, and other various organs and tissues.

He had also removed his entire reproductive system to work on that separately, it wouldn't take much work really. Just modify what Aisha implanted in the first place just… altered the whole sheath and switchblade dick thing. He kept the selective fertility/virility along with the shape changing function, which promised to be simply too fun to discard!

Actually… now that he thought about it, he could actually replace it entirely….

The first thing he would do would be installing his new digestive system; the Peptral Network and the Post Digestor. Two augments that should theoretically work in tandem to extract the absolute most nutritional and caloric value of anything he eats. The challenge was compressing them without compromising their function however considering he was aiming to separate his identities it didn't bother him too much, given his planned augmentations he could keep the 'femboy' aesthetic even if he was a bit larger.

After some consideration he took a portion of the liver and worked his mad science on it to turn it into a Toxin Vomitory, an organ that would absorb all the toxins in the body that he either inhales or consumes and concentrates it into a highly toxic bile that he could projectile vomit. A rather disgusting augment, but it served as a last resort.

Hopefully he'd never have to use it… though he wondered how toxic it would be after a year of disuse… perhaps he should figure out a way to cap the maximum toxicity of the bile?

Deciding to shelve that thought for another time he got to work on his hearts and lungs, after opening up his ribcage, best do it now before he starts working on the skeletal system then his muscular system and subdermal protections.

Ultimately, he removed everything and started to work, his primary and original heart was given a Heterotrophic Hemisphere as well as converted into a Longsleep Heart. With the Sports Heart Fran decided to experiment and combine it with a Contingency Heart, after all there was no such thing as too many contingency plans!

That said, Fran did decide to add a few more bits before moving on to the lungs such as a Thrombocyte Organ, a Cardimatic Centrifuge, and a Stimulantus Gland. On his next surgery he would scatter Hymocyainin capsules throughout his body.

After getting everything situated and hooked back up, he moved onto his lungs. After some consideration he decided to combine Athletic Lungs and Water Lungs, some Emergency Breathers on the off chance both lungs are punctured or otherwise compromised. Also, he created a small 'lung' that was actually a redesigned Weaponized Rectum, only instead of biological mustard gas it would produce a harmless quick acting sedative… after all he already had lethal projectile vomit, he didn't need lethal gas as well!

Finally, he was done! Wiping the non-existent sweat from the puppet's forehead he double checked his work before updating his information, while he would remember everything perfectly (what with all those cerebral upgrades) it never hurt having a physical documentation of his… transhumanist evolution as it were.

"I can't help but feel like I went a little too in character with the Mad Doctor bit." Fran muttered as he examined the list and looked at his original body.

While Fran had kept his aesthetic, the Ancillary Pectorals did resemble breasts so… Well oddly he wasn't too bothered by it really. Whether it was because it was his fetish or if he was embracing the transhumanist values he didn't really know.

Besides, it would really confuse the fuck out of PHO so he liked it!

Instead, he went back to the laboratory to resume word on the spider gene he would be using to slowly hybridize him without any outward manifestations. The Wallcrawl Spines and Web Spinnerets would allow him to pull a Spiderman, so really, he was just… tying up loose ends. Hopefully the hybridization would allow him to adapt to having multiple limbs faster, and who knows maybe give him an instinctive knowledge of how to spin webs.

Eventually the serum completed cycling and he took it while grabbing an injector, slotting the vial in he went back to his primary body and… considered how to inject it. After puzzling it over for a few seconds he opened the body's mouth and pulled out his tongue before pressing the injector to it and pulling the trigger.

Due to his altered physiology the serum would take time to distribute, the fact that it was introduced orally just meant it would take longer perhaps. Honestly, he really shouldn't have bothered with the Exodermis, well he could replace it with something else another time. And as he went over to lay down on another table, he returned to his primary body and hissed as his head swam, the sensory overload smacked him something fierce before his cerebral upgrades fully kicked in and lessened the load.

Absentminded rubbing the back of his neck and feeling the biological port he felt himself chuckle before it devolved into an insane cackle!

He pulled a goddamn Matrix! He could interface with machines with his mind providing he had a hard line or wireless connection!

"Oh, damn that's cathartic… maybe I should do that more often?" Fran mused before he pulled out his Cape phone and reviewed the locations Lisa has forwarded him.

Checking the time via the Stintlobe Gem which invalidated his need for a wristwatch, and realizing he had hours before he could really raid the locations, he figured it would be a good time to just wander around. Who knows maybe he would get into a scuffle with some gangers? Oh, maybe he would finally meet the Wards!? He'd love to get Vista's autograph, maybe a picture or would that be creepy?

Shrugging it off he got off the table and stretched all of his arms before he triggered his Exodermis, his skin shedding revealing his new 'stitched up' appearance. His eyes shifted from a bloody scarlet to a sickly gold.

Scarlet red eyes were nice but… gold felt more right oddly enough.

He also felt the odd urge to get a gun, which was strange as he had never been much of a gun enthusiast. Though between his eye augments and his Steady Hand perk he could probably do brain surgery with a pistol!

Shaking it off Fran put on a tank top, maybe this time he'll be able to stop by Parian's shop and get some proper clothes made? He definitely needed a heavy coat due to the Floating Scapulas.

Plus, he was really curious to how the PHO would react to his new 'assets' heh.

250 CP Acquired!

250 CP Available!

Banked!

Fran just hummed but decided to save it for later.

Right now, he had to find that short-range magitech teleporter, sure he could use his psychic powers to do it but he was in the process of testing out how much work a piece of magitech could do before finally failing.

Also, he made a mental note to turn the 'puppet' into a proper copy of his pre-augmented self for him to control as he went about his day-to-day life. Creating a perfect separation between his identities!

And because he knew, without a doubt, that Aisha would find out and well… who knows what sort of depraved antics she would suggest they try out!

Instead of the Boardwalk, Dr. Patches decided to just wander around the Docks. Between his latest augmentations he was feeling rather confident if he got into a fight despite his non-existent martial talents. He really needed to do something to correct that, and as he thought of it his brain started to speed up and chew through ideas until he finally landed on one that… was a pretty par for the course for a mad doctor but well… it would let a Nazi be useful right?

All he'd need to do was find, capture, and perform some invasive brain surgery while also observing an active Corona Pollentia and Gemma. But theoretically if he installed the Biodigital Translator/Bio Circuitry/Synaptic Linkage, give the augments to get to work… he could directly link up to Victor and essentially… download everything the man had in his head!

All the skills he had stolen, passwords, locations, blackmail, and so much more!

However, as he further refined his plans for the Nazi Dr. Patches kept an eye on his surroundings (not that it looked like it to anyone else). All his sensory augments made a 3D map of his surroundings in his mind that was constantly and actively updated as he wandered around. He could see drug deals being held in shuttered up buildings, a hooker letting a john fuck her in an alley, he could see a group of possibly Merchants pass around a crack pipe, and so much more!

He could smell drugs, filth, sickness, death… all of it captured by his Sinal Spectromae and were cataloged.

"Heeey pretty lady!" Dr. Patches wasn't surprised in the slightest as he turned to look at… a Merchant judging from the smell, "How much for a party with my friends? We promise to be gentlemen!"

His 'friends' all gave an ugly laugh as they swayed in place, all their eyes bloodshot and each of them showing symptoms of various drugs. Both traditional and 'designer' ones, honestly the fact that the guy could even string words together impressed him!

Still as he thought all this, she gave the Merchant a smile, it wasn't a pleasant smile, but the man was too stoned to realize that.

Honestly, the fact that his four additional arms didn't register honestly left his befuddled. Were they more focused on his 'breasts' than anything else? Is this how women feel when they're objectified? If so, he could honestly say he didn't appreciate it in the slightest.

"You… do realize I'm a cape, right?" He asked as he waved with all his arms, "Just… go back to whatever you were doing."

Of course, things didn't work out like he wanted; apparently whatever drugs they were on suppressed their Flight response when faced with a bigger threat cause they all tried to put their very poorly maintained guns.

Dr. Patches just sighed and quickly knocked them out, his augments allowing him to move faster than they could react and in short order they were all unconscious.

Now… he could probably call the police.

Pulling his phone out he dialed the police as he gathered the Merchants together and used his Spinnerets to bind them in webbing. They wouldn't be escaping even if they all woke up, he also looted them all.

"This is the BBPD, what is the state of your emergency?"

"This is Dr. Patches, an Independent Hero. I'm just calling to inform you that I've got some Merchants. I'm on…" He glanced around, "4th avenue on the Docks in front of an abandoned pharmacy."

"Ah, okay. Please stay at the scene."

Dr. Patches looked at his phone before shrugging at that abrupt ending before putting it away and started browsing on PHO as he waited for the police. And after a few seconds he decided to roll.

Rolling….

Portable Examination Station – (150 cp) (Van Helsing)

Bonus: Period-Appropriate-Clothing – (50 cp)

Success!

Rolling…

Khaydarin Crystal – (100 cp) (Starcraft – The Terran)

Fail!

Rolling…

That Undefinable Thing – (300 cp) (Tales of Symphonia)

Fail!

That's… okay? Like having a portable surgery is great in his opinion but… Period Appropriate Clothing? Maybe if he went to a convention or something? But it didn't seem like the most useful thing imaginable really.

Shrugging he resumed fiddling with his phone while testing out his ability to connect to wireless signals and manipulate them. Which amounted to him shitposting on PHO at an extreme rate that would lead to the tinfoil hats to think he's some sort of AI.

Which brought that Saint weirdo from lurking, and honestly? Dr. Patches enjoyed messing with him far too much!

After some thought he quickly had his account verified, if only to stop people from claiming he's just a troll, and took a selfie with the Merchants he caught. After some thought he decided to make a new thread entirely to introduce himself.

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Topic: A New Thread

In: Boards Brockton Bay Introductions

(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)

Posted On Jan 15th 2011:

Just popping in to introduce myself and leave a couple of comments:

1. Yes, I am a heroically inclined medical cape. You may all cheer now.

1a. No, Panacea is still Best Cape. I just hope I can take some pressure off her.

1b. Panacea: even the random adorable pre-teen girl who gifted me my cape name thinks you're overworked. Until proven otherwise I am treating this as a cold hard medical fact.

2. Attempting to "recruit" me into a gang would be a great way to find all your men dealing with explosive diarrhoeia in perpetuity.

2a. No, that wouldn't be against my Hippocratic Oath. Because I haven't taken one. I'm a cape, not a licensed MD.

2b. Fact: even getting a medical power doesn't make "diarrhoeia" any easier to spell.

3. Don't listen to anything Chaos_Gremlin says.

3a. ...Not cos she's lying or anything, I just find it's bad for your sanity.

3b. In particular: there is no sexy nurse brigade. No matter how many times she begs!

3c. Chaos_Grimlin please of the love of God don't brag about it. You know what I'm talking about!

After finishing his post, he decided to look at everything he looted from the Merchants, eventually pulling out a… gun in surprisingly good condition. Though all the 'bling' made him cringe he put it in his until now unusual Flesh Pocket.

It was a very… strange feeling in all honesty, but the sheer utility kind of outweighed any squick-factor. Besides, it is the perfect place for a hold-out weapon in case his biological weapons are spent and he can't properly leverage his own strength. Listening in on the radio waves for a moment Dr. Patches resumed browsing the PHO of his phone… though he did exhale a plume of sedatives on the Merchants so they wouldn't wake and make a fuss and bother him.

He might be tempted to operate on them if they irritated him

Eventually the police arrived and after giving his statement he eventually decided to head home. Using his magitech transporter he dematerialized and rematerialized in his lair… only for the magitech device to finally give up the ghost and die.

Which in turn lead to Fran examining the device as well as reviewing his knowledge of magitech, and what he learned? It kind of embarrassed him, his manner of enchanting them was fundamentally correct however he ultimately failed to consider the fuel source. Perhaps foolishly he figured the Celestial Forge would handle it but it seemed as if he was mistaken in that belief.

The form of magitech he was using drew from Magitech Mastery which in turn drew from Final Fantasy VI. And magitech required a unique crystal that was the remains of powerful magical entities called Espers. However in this reality Espers didn't exist, which led Fran to find himself in quite a pickle. He refused to abandon magitech, it was entirely too useful and honestly he liked having something that wasn't based on his knowledge of surgery.

The only thing close to Espers were the Endbringers, but the thought of harvesting them was a very daunting task. However he did know that in their fights they left behind a large amount of blood and 'flesh' so… that was more reasonable. Then it wasn't as all Endbringer 'materials' were kept under lock and key by various R divisions.

Which put him back at square one!

Grumbling, he went over to his puppet and started working on it to make it identical to how he looked before the surgery. And as he worked a possible idea came to him, perhaps he could… harvest Victor's power for fuel? He'd need to keep the man alive indefinitely, but it wasn't much of a difficulty. He could set up a stasis cell and set up the life support machines to keep him alive and healthy!

Granted it would take some trial and error before he managed to successfully harvest Victor's power but Fran felt like it was a good idea! It was almost entirely riskless, well… provided the Golden Idiot is too depressed to realize one of his shards is slowly being drained of power.

Shrugging he focused and finished up, and removing the gun from his Flesh Pocket he took a seat before he took the puppet over.

Getting off the table Fran stretched before heading out and decided to make himself a snack and watch some tv. Today wasn't a bad day, and later it would prove to be even better!

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