Hep to the Hipp

You and Harley awoke to find yourselves garbed in soft woolen togas, her’s clearly a size too small, the cloth hugging all of her delicious curves all the way to her ankles where leather sandals wrapped your feet, completing the look.

“Wow, Mistah J! Did’ja flood my cunny so hard ya blasted us back to my college days? Not that I’m complaining, you could really show my old coeds a thing or two about being ‘roommates’~” she expounded, wiggling her eyebrows all the while, at which point you surveyed the area to figure out where you actually were. You were seeing marble pillars, lush greenery, a MILF of godly proportions, several ceramic pots, and a deep blue sky implying you were high above the clouds.

Woah wait go back two

Yes, draped over a raised fainting couch, lowering grapes into her mouth with one hand and groping her grapefruit sized breast with another, lay a woman so immaculate you figured this must be a dream. Flowing black hair cascaded down from her scalp, held in place by a golden tiara, matching her necklace and bracelets of the same color. If Harley’s toga was struggling, this beauty’s dress was in the fight of its life; the silken gown stretched so tight it was like a second skin over some enormous mammaries, a nice fit stomach, and a butt taking up a solid fourth of the couch. Her eyelids fluttered open, maroon sclera darting towards you and a now very much drooling Harley.

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“Ah, hello Harleen and… ‘Mister J’~” the woman said with a smirk, scooching up the couch to be at your eye level. “Welcome to Sappho’s Bluff, our little slice of paradise… island!” She looked over to you, expecting a reaction and, seeing the blank look on your faces, sighed. “Paradise Island? Themyscira?”

“Ooohh, that place with all the big strong warrior ladies!” Harley remembered. You see, an island of only women wouldn’t be all that memorable to someone from a world like this, right? “Wait a minute, are you- you’re Wonder Woman’s mom, ain’t ‘cha?”

“Indeed, Harleen. For I am Queen Hippolyta, bastion of the goddesses, and I am so-” she uses some Amazonian magic to pull you closer. “SO happy to meet you, grandson~”

“Woah, woah wait!” Harley ran up, boobs bouncing wildly in her toga. “Puddin, you’re telling me YOU’RE Wondy’s kid? I guess that’d explain a couple things…”

“Well, yes and no,” Hippolyta pondered, moving you onto her lap, your head settling right in between her bountiful breast while Harley jumped to the couch end. “Here, this shall illuminate all that has happened.” She used some more magic to summon a view-portal to the past, showing all of you your konked-out conquest of Clara and Bryce.

“Wow, Mistah J! You slammed the B-Ma’am senseless while you were sleeping? That’s-” Hippolyta put her hand over Harley’s grape-filled mouth, letting the rest of the vision play out. You all bore witness to the consumption of both worlds, and the rebirth therein.

“As you can see, your world and ours collided, some unknown **** taking the time to intricately weave them together so that nearly every woman from both existed here, the ladies themselves being none the wiser. Only us Goddesses and Demigoddesses remember what came before, and let me tell you,” Hippolyta flipped you onto your back so that she was right on top of you. “We couldn’t be happier.”

She slid your back up to the side of the couch and motioned Harley to come closer. “You see Harleen, the Amazonian people had a general… distaste for men, let us say. Now we reside in a world dominated by women, with the only male being this hunk, who is perfect in every way and whose rule we would gladly serve under.” both turn to you, lust in their eyes. “So what do you have to say about that, last male of new earth?”

After a bit of thought, you did something truly unexpected. You asked if the other halves of the world survived the cataclysm. Opening up another view-portal, you all saw a ramshackle world that, despite everything, is getting on alright. “Hmm, it would seem that any leftover incongruities and redundancies were dropped here haphazardly, and that led this ‘gutterspace’ to thrive just as well as any other off-shoot world. It even has enough leftover females to allow it to continue uninterrupted in perpetuity.” Hippolyta explained. Indeed, you could see that there were ladies there, just ones you didn’t personally find attractive. Not to say they weren’t attractive by any standards, it’s just clear that whatever pulled the strings on this new world had your preferences at heart.

“Look at you, puddin,” Harley cooed, sidling up to you. “Ya have a whole universe of bitchin’ bimbos to conquer, and your first thought is to make sure no one got hurt in the process. That’s the mark of a true hero right there.” As you and her started getting hot and bothered watching some gnarly Kiteman-on-Kitewoman action, Hippolyta got up in front of you, for it was time to get business.

“Indeed it is, Harleen. One he will need for the journey ahead,” she explained, changing the vision to a picture of Wonder Woman, her massive rack poking into frame. “You see, as she was so close to the event horizon of the merging, my Diana was unfortunately not privy to the demigoddess perk of remembering the previous world. Because of this, she and Power Girl have no recollection of being your mothers nor any of your-” she paused, briefly looking at your dick straining against the cloth toga and biting her lip. “f-fraternizations.”

“Jeez, ain’t that a kick in the pants? Ya get everything ya ever want, and just ‘cuz two trans-dimensional tramps can’t keep it to themselves it all falls apart! Well don’t you worry your pretty little cock, puddin. I’ll help ya get those massive mommy milkers back!” There’s a beat of silence before Harley clarifies. “I-I mean I’ll help you get your moms back, Heheh…”

“Yes you shall, Harleen. For you see, the Justice League’s act of sexual abstinence has somehow created a most powerful negative **** around Diana and Karen specifically. So powerful in fact, that any attempts to tell them the truth have been complete… hmm, what is a modern term for that? Ah, ‘no-sells’, that one works!” Hippolyta beamed, proud that she successfully used modern slang. “But worry not! It is believed that with enough positive sexual energy from many different superpowered sources, the shield shall break, and your mothers shall be yours once more!”

“So all we have to do is sleep around until we have a harem big enough to fuck the Justice League? That’ll be easy peasy, livin’ greasy!” Harley cheered, hopping up off the couch. “Don’t even worry ‘bout it, Poly. Mistah J and his harlequin hussy are on the case! Now send us back, I gotta slip into something more… appropriate~” and so, with a puff of black-and-red smoke, she was gone, leaving the toga to flutter to the ground.

You began to stir, ready to do the same, when Hippolyta sits on your lap. “Just one more thing, mister,” she says, pushing you chin-first into her bountiful bosom, but keeping your eyes on hers. “Before today I was just about to head up to the watchtower to intimately judge if my darling daughter’s man was up to snuff, so I am rather peeved off by this whole rigmarole, and the fact you now have to travel to far off places, meeting all sorts of colorful cretins to lay bed with. So…” She’s grinding her hot pussy on your hardening log, causing liters of pre to flow onto your toga, forever marking it, and the demigoddess who made it happen, with your scent forever. “Mayhaps when you have, ahem, acquired a lump-sum of females to help your cause, and you’re perhaps tired from… taking care of said females, give thought to chartering a boat to Themyscira. I’m sure all the beautiful, powerful women of Paradise Island would just love a visit from my favorite grandson.”

With a kiss on the lips, you disappeared into pink smoke and, after looking to and fro for a moment, Queen Hippolyta began to huff your cumstain, desperately fingering herself while patiently waiting for your return.

TAW: so yeah, that whole ‘some ladies got sent to gutterspace’ thing is basically my excuse for doing whatever ladies I want. Like I’m probably gonna have Lena Luthor be running Lex Corp instead of a female Lex, just ‘cause I think Lena’d be a more interesting prospect than anything I could come up with for ‘Lexi Luthor’ or whatever I’d call her. But rest assured, you’ll be able to expect girls, girls, and more girls!

Also, I was thinking about maybe drawing a pic of each girl and putting them in after I describe them. Here’s the start of a Batma’am sketch:

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As you can see, I’d go back and add them to the previous chapters where applicable. Unless I can’t? I’m new to CHYOA, so I don’t know how much they’ll let me charge an already posted chapter. If I can’t I’ll just post the backlog of ladies (Clara, Bryce, Harley and Hippolyta) at the start of the next update. Till then, cya!

ADDENDUM: all previous chapters have had the necessary pictures added to them, and future chapters shall include them from the get-go. Check em out! I think there at least a little titillating.