Susan Storm reads Marcie & Gina read "DOOMED"

From the outside, it looked as though the pool was infinitely deep, and reflected the stars in a clear sky, far from the light-spill of big cities. Except, as Susan Storm undid her blue-and-white bathrobe and let it fall to the ground, she actually stood in the deepest dungeon of Castle Doom, and the liquid that gave an occasional "blup" wasn't water and reflected starlight.

The Invisible Woman's legs disappeared. Her whole lower body went transparent, the better so that she could see what happened as she stepped into the pool. Watched as well as felt the warm, thick ooze surround the hollow of space where her body was. Eager little tendrils rose to climb her thigh as she carefully moved further into the pool. Tiny eyes opened amid the star-like specks that hung suspended in the absolute blackness. Tiny lips formed and fluttered around her toes, minuscule teeth gnawed at cuticles in a way that tickled as they exfoliated dead skin.

Except Sue Storm wasn't here for foot worship. She knelt down, and her naked labia touched the hot, sticky blackness. Hot as blood, thick as molasses. The shoggoth took the invitation and slid up inside of the pussy lips. Dozens of tiny, ropy tentacles of blackness rose to caress the Invisible Woman's shoulders and breasts. At the other end of the pool, a half-face emerged, like a Japanese maid crafted from black jello and starlight. Sue smiled at the shoggoth amiably, and fetched her tablet.

“As a matter of fact, he recently finished Lois Lane. And after spending seven years writing over 7000 chapters for it, the only reasonable path forward was to do it all again.”
“What a nerd.”

The blonde sighed, even as unseen hands pulled her pussy open wider. She moaned a little tiny tentacles stretched and massaged her aching muscles. Being doomed was a bit of a workout on the the old womb.

"It's not quite the same story," Sue said. "Although like Lois Lane's Night Out, it is driven by likes. The more mores a branch gets, the most chapters a branch gets. This one, though, is currently more open-ended. No arbitrary ending at twenty chapters deep, no epilogues. It can leave many branches...relatively undeveloped. Though I trust Zeuvembie will get there in time."

Sue sank lower in the shoggoth-pool. Her body's natural buoyancy was nothing compared to the slime-girl's whims. The surface of the pool roiled a little as a dozen tongues licked the heroine's thighs and sucked at her toes. Half-formed heads rose from the surface so that plump black lips could suck on invisible muscles, and black hands massaged her neck, to leave behind black trickles that oozed down her collarbones and the valley of her breasts to rejoin the main body.

“And we have a bunch of choices already! Fucking hell, dickgirl guy why couldn’t we had this with the beheading girl?”

"All things in time," Sue sighed as the tension eased from her body. Her back arched as an unseen mouth clamped onto her stiff little clit. "In truth, I'd hoped for a more even development, and the rules to the game might have to change in the future. So many interesting little possibilities..."

“That said, the others paths are not getting much further either. Getting up to ten chapters like this will prove a challenge.”

"...especially as the story was intended to be, at the outset, more of a slow burn than Lois Lane's Night Out. I always regretted how quickly that degenerated into porn with a bare minimum of plot. This one was supposed to be more about Susan Storm's gradual corruption, not her instant loss and descent into degradation, whoredom, and endless pregnancy—not that there's anything wrong with that."

The fingers on the black hands that massaged Sue Storm's neck lengthened and merged. A smooth, slightly translucent tentacle coiled itself about the Invisible Woman's invisible neck. Only her face and hands were visible now, though the outline of her body could still be seen, like a great cavity in the writhing mass of the shoggoth.

“Point taken. Anyways, after a whole lot of nothing, Susan’s loser nerd of a husband goes to couple’s therapy with Susan and Ruby convinces her to roleplay as Spiderman’s girlfriend or some stupid nerd shit like that.”

"Stupid nerd shit is the point," Sue said as she was pulled down into the black ooze. The starry surface of the shoggoth seemed to solidify a little as identifiable anatomical bits emerged. Night-dark cunts that wept ebon tears; small, puffy breasts with stiff nipples that oozed black milk; little waving pseudopods that ended in human lips; ten-inch black tongues frilled with strange nodules.

“If I had to offer some criticism, it was a bit difficult for a newcomer to guess what sort of doom was in store for Susan based on the villain name along.”

Sue Storm's smile was the last part of her visible as a tentacle plucked the tablet from her hands.

"That's the secret, darlings," Sue's breathy voice was a note of excitement and trepidation. "There's no carefully-plotted ending, only a vague goal and so many paths to get there. Zeebop makes it all up as he goes along. He tries to give the readers what they want—"

The Invisible Woman was pulled under the surface. A black bubble rose and burst with a soft "blup"—then silence.

Until next time.