DOOMED

Across the infinite worlds of the multiverse, Victor von Doom has been many things. Hero, villain, and king; scientist, sorcerer, and warrior; with gigantic hatreds and fierce loves. Few there are in whom good and evil are so intermixed, whose genius has accomplished feats of incredible wonder and black miracles that would stain his soul forever. I have watched him as an ally of the Future Foundation, as a doting uncle, as a consummate enemy of Reed Richards and the Fantastic Four—and in one such world, Doom's obsession turned from Mr. Fantastic to his wife—the beautiful, powerful, maternal entity known as Susan Storm, the Invisible Woman.

To this world, I have turned my gaze. I, Uatu, the Voyeur—who have discerned a nexus in the timelines surrounding this moment, from which a vast number of carnal possibilities may spring. For as Doctor Doom sets his sights on Susan Storm, one thing is certain: the Invisible Woman is DOOMED!

Limbo. Crossroads of the infinite. Beyond space and time. Doom stood upon the glowing rectangle of his time machine and stared out at those who had gathered at his invitation. A costumed motley of villainy from across every known universe. On a reinforced divan sat the grossly obese physical form of the Shadowking, the physical immobility belying the raw power and might of the psychic entity within. Next to him, scratching at his crotch like an animal, was the grotesque thug known as the Walrus, his insipid brain unable to appreciate the full ramifications of the gathering. Crouched beside him was the vulture, the old man's eyes keen and lecherous. Doom's gaze swept past dozens of figures he knew all too well—the Toad, formerly of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants; the tall, powerfully built M'baku, White Ape of the White Gorilla Cult of Wakanda; Suprema, lead scientist of a feminist future; Mephista, daughter of Mephisto, side-by-side with the sometimes-hero Satana; the petite African-American scientist Nightshade, who carressed a vial of some unknown mutagen as though it were a lover; Pretty Persuasions, an adult entertainer who used her powers to fight the New Warriors...

...and then his gaze turned to those who had come from further, stranger worlds beyond the immediate timelines with which Doom was familiar. A pale-faced clown, a veritable Joker, with a sinister smile and slicked-back green hair, played fake flower on his lapel; Doom's chemical sensors issued strange warnings regarding its contents. A rough man in a strange blue hat like an aviator, a bandeleer of boomerangs across his chest, chatted lightly with a hulking brute whose strange luchador mask and steroid-driven physique belied a fierce intelligence—Captain Boomerang and Bane knew each other of old. Less familiar was the grotesque, half-naked porcine humanoid next to him, a hairy, filthy, pink creature known only as Porkum. His small, dark eyes fixed on the female guests, leering openly as he pawed at the impressive bulge in his pants.

Dozens, perhaps hundreds there were, all gathered together by their curiosity at Doom's offer. In the midst of them, arms crossed over his chest, Doom waited for the right moment. Then, the light in the endless grey realm dimmed, until a single column of radiance shone out over Doom at the center of the assembled villains. Above him, holograms burst into existence.

Susan Storm-Richards was in her mid-thirties. Her active lifestyle and strenuous exercise had left few of the marks of bearing two children in recent years. The blue and white uniform clung to her narrow waist and flaring hips, emphasized her impressive bust, the slight hint of muscle on the lean arms and legs. The pale blonde hair fell to her chin, slightly wavy, and her blue eyes shown clear and bright as blue diamonds, the soft pink lips caught slightly parted to show her white teeth, the little dimples showed in her cheeks. Other holograms appeared: variant costumes, different haircuts, a picture of her as a young woman before the spaceflight gave her powers, the mother-to-be during her two pregnancies, abdomen swollen with life. Demonstrations of her power as she faded in and out of sight, as invisible forcefields crushed enemies, created impenetrable walls to stop spaceships and monsters, invisible knives sliced flesh.

"Long have I studied the Fantastic Four," Doom's voice, amplified by his armor, carried to every ear with uncanny power. "She is the most powerful of the quartet, which have long been a setback in my side. What is more, she is the heart of the team. Wife of Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic; brother of Johnny Storm, the Human Torch; long-time friend of Benjamin Grimm, the aptly-named Thing, who is treated as an uncle by her children. I have peered into alternate futures, and in every one she is the linchpin that holds the family together. Without Susan Storm, a rift will be formed within the Fantastic Four that shall never be healed...and so, she must be made to leave her comfortable life as heroine and wife."

"So why don't you kill her yourself?" A voice spoke. It was the Walrus; the only one stupid enough to ask the question that was on everyone's mind.

"Because Susan Storm's **** is not the goal," Doom replied levelly. "I could destroy her easily enough. **** is not the answer; if she is dead, her memory will serve to bind them more tightly together. No, to truly destroy the family Reed Richards has made, it must be torn apart from within. Susan Storm must not be killed—she must be manipulated or corrupted so that she leaves Richards—leaves her old life—willingly, never to return."

Many of the holograms vanished, to be replaced with another of a tall tower that gleamed white amid the skyscrapers of New York City. The point of view zoomed in to the top of the Baxter Building, shaped like a set of 4's, and began to sift through the layouts of the Fantastic Four's living quarters...and their many defense systems.

"Richards and I have been at odds for years. Our game of chess grows dull; for every time I have breached his home, he has enacted new countermeasures. While his genius is less than my own, after so many years of such games his defenses are impressive. What is more, he is now in contract with extradimensional counterparts, who inform him of not just what stratagems alternate versions of myself have used, but may use in the future. To achieve victory requires a bold, unorthodox move—something entirely alien to my normal mode of thought. Only then can I catch him by surprise, and so penetrate his defenses, to get at the **** figure of Susan Storm. Which is where you come in."

"Me?" The Walrus said, utterly confused. There was a stir of smiles among the assembled villains.

"You, and those others who answered my invitation," Doom said. "Once, in my timeline, was an event known as the Acts of Vengeance. Various villains swapped enemies with their fellows, so that they could catch their foes unawares and unprepared. So I offer to you. Provide me with a strategy to corrupt or manipulate Susan Storm, and I will provide all my resources to make such a plan happen—and when it is complete, I will destroy one of your own enemies, no matter who they be, from costumed superhero to a living god."

There was a stir of interest then. Dozens of eyes fixed on the hologram of the Baxter Building. Nestled within the heart of that protected compound, which was greater than that circle of warding gates and guns cast around any president or pope, lay both challenge and prize. For everyone besides the Walrus knew immediately that the difficulty lay not only in bypassing Reed Richard's defenses—but in the awesomely powerful figure of Susan Storm herself. A willful, strong woman, of unimpeachable character and loyal to friends, family, and husband.

Doom's hologram zoomed in to her private shower, where the blonde washed her hair. For her own amusement, the woman let parts of herself fade in and out of sight, never quite revealing all of herself, but in the rising steam they caught glimpses of puffy dark areolae, long shapely thighs, a clean-shaven pussy with no tanlines...no unsightly stretch marks were visible on the taut, toned abdomen or breasts, only the palest of white lines like frozen lightning near her crotch barely visible against the pink flesh, and the prominent blue veins that ran through the marble flesh of her heavy breasts.

"So! Who has a plan by which the Invisible Woman may be DOOMED!?"

Progress in this story is driven by likes! For every 10 likes a chapter gets, one new chapter will be added to the queue to be written leading off that chapter (e.g. for every 10 likes chapter 1 gets, there will be a new chapter 2; for every 10 likes a chapter 2 gets, there will be a chapter 3 leading off of it, etc.). If a branch gets 20 chapters deep, the villain succeeds in corrupting Susan Storm. If a branch doesn't get enough likes when the queue is empty, the villain will fail and the branch will end.