Getting modded to give your swimmer the fighting edge over Amanda

You walk out of the bar a sense of urgency in your pace as you look around for the cluster of gene mod clinics you passed on the way down to the bar. You can't believe how stupid you were to take that bet and then to get it drawn up in a damn contract, well in your defence you always had a reckless streak and drunk thinking was hardly anyone's forte. Thankfully while the last 6 months did you no favours in the bet, it had provided you with a decent amount that would normally have you flying in comfort for a few years. Now it should give you the ability to get the gene mods to keep you in this insemination race.

You find your way back through the station concourse and see the various gene clinics from earlier. It had been quite some time since you last had any work done to yourself, mostly all you need in your line of work was sharp eyes and sharper reactions. You were quite proud that your good shape was down to exercise, besides it was something to do in the more boring parts of your flights. You were looking for some way to differentiate them, but they all look similar on the outside, same adverts for the latest gene mods, same inhumanly clean interiors and for a moment you are sure the two you were comparing had the same receptionist. Your eyes then pick out one in the corner that seems less showy than the others and wins your business with a single sentence. 'Customer Discretion Guaranteed'.

You step into the clinic and a cheerful woman with straight neon pink hair and a tight white dress that hugs her enhanced frame expertly, especially her large gravity-defying tits. "Oh a Captain, don't get too many of your kind in here," The pink-haired woman says, giving you a broad smile and a once over that was far too skilful for a receptionist. "So what can I get for you? clearly, it's not your assets," The pink-haired woman continues, sauntering over to you and getting a closer look at your face. "Your eyes have already been done, and pilots usually leave that until last," She continues.

"Well, Doc, it's a funny story," You say with a smirk and shaking your head, trying to work out where to start.

"Sharp mind to go with those eyes," The pink-haired woman comments with a wry smile. "So many mistake me for the receptionist." She adds before extending her hand. "Doctor Laura Charms," Laura says with a smile extending out her hand in greeting.

"Well I certainly am," You smoothly reply taking the good Dr's hand "Captain Claire," You add with a smile.

"You, I like," Laura says with a smile before stepping back and gesturing you to follow her into the back. "So what's this funny story that leads you to my humble clinic," Laura asks while leading yours into her office, which was impeccably clean, unlike the showroom which was just normal standards of clean. The way round you definitely prefer.

"Well, the short version is I need to amp up my junk into a baby-making machine. Otherwise, I'll lose my ship and freedom for 5 years after making a bet while blackout drunk a year ago and being dumb enough to get that bet sealed in platinum. I also forgot about the said bet and lost a whole year of the 2 we have, because of being blackout drunk." You succinctly explain.

"So a few questions," Dr Laura begins while slipping on some medical grade gloves.

"I make poor decisions while drunk?" You reply, preempting one of the questions.

"That I already figured," Laura says with a chuckle. "No, what I was going to ask how sneaky do you want to be, and how much can you afford?" Laura asks with a cold, calculating smile.

"I need every edge and advantage I can get, Money shouldn't be a problem," You reply, taking a seat in the reclined medical chair.

"60,000, for the full suite, or 5000 for the basic suite," Dr Laura explains expecting you to baulk at the first price.

"Seems steep, but I'll take the full suite," You reply with a smile. It's a heft chunk of your earnings, but you don't take Dr Laura as a scam artist.

"Excellent, I'll set you up with the mundane fertility maximisers and stamina enhancers that'll give every load you shoot a big healthy dose of premium swimmers," Dr Laura begins pulling out a few vials and syringes.

With expert precision and impressive speed even for an enhanced person, Dr Laura gives you three injections through your jumpsuit just between the sensitive skin between where your male fun parts end and your female half starts. It's so quick you don't even have time to react or even tense up, you feel three slight scratches, then a warm tingling sensation as the nanobots get to work reforging your balls into veritable baby factories.

"Right now the boring stuff is out of the way; I can start with the fun mods," Dr Laura Says with a smile, turning around and bending down, giving you a nice view of her shapely rear, to slide back a panel and revealing a safe. The safe scans her Ident, retina, her fingerprints and finally samples her vocal pattern before finally relenting and letting its owner in, a rolling fog of chilled gasses spilling out of it. "Right hope you're not morally squeamish because these are outlawed even in the lawless ends of space," Laura says, setting down three vials on the trolley next to the chair you were lying back in.

"What do they do?" You ask with a grin.

"This one," Laura begins almost theatrically holding up the jet black liquid in the vial. "Will alter your precum to nullify nearly every form of Birth control," Laura explains with a smile. "Even the emergency preventative kind,"

"How?" You ask, sounding sceptical.

"Self-replicating nanites," Dr Laura explains with a smile. "They breakdown condoms, trick even the most sophisticated implants, disable hormonal driven kinds, hell they can even unlock stasis devices," Dr Laura explains with a grin. "A regular master key to all your breeding needs," Dr Laura explains with a flourish before administering the injection.

The pink-haired doctor then turns back and pulls out a second vial of a vibrant pink solution. "Now this little vial of goodness is the black sheep to its miracle sister treatment," Laura begins. "Its miracle sister is used to treat the rich and powerful with fertility issues, this one also supplements your precum and will ensure even the seed you sow in the most barren of places takes root," Dr Laura says with a wicked smile before injecting you with it.

"Lastly, but by no means the least we have an old favourite." Dr Laura says with a smile. "We have this little beauty," Dr Laura continues shaking the pearlescent white vial. "It enhances your cum to last much longer inside the female body, earning it the nickname the long goodbye," Laura says with a grin.

"I thought that stuff was a myth," You says with a smile.

"Oh no, Just the real thing is rare, and it has thousands of inferior derivatives," Laura explains. "No with this stuff your swimmers could hide out for a few weeks waiting for a sweet egg to drop," Dr Laura explains, while again injecting you in one swift movement.

"Well shit Doc, feels like you've given me some real fire to play with here," You says with a grin standing up, feeling a warm buzzing sensation in your lower body as the nanites get to work. You touch your wrist mount and confirm the transfer to Dr Charms. "Don't suppose you'll let me test it out on you, buyer satisfaction guaranteed," You ask with a cheeky smile.

"Tempting," Dr Laura says with a smile. "But I'm confident enough it'll work," She unsurprisingly adds. "Although, perhaps if you could record some of your illicit conquests, then perhaps I might be able to allow such a test," The Doctor offers in a sultry tone.

"Well I was planning on making a few for my personal collection, but I think I can be convinced to share," You reply with a grin.

"I hope you do," Dr Laura says with a grin. "Thank you for your custom today,"

"Anytime Doc, Thanks for the super sperm." You reply, heading out of the cleaning, wondering what you should do next.