Ball Handling

By Gregor Daniels

Joana Banana has a secret few know about: she's a hermaphrodite. Yet she's not letting her abnormality keep her from dominating at hoops. However, when certain urges begin to take hold, relationships on and off the court will be put to the test. And when she's drawn to the captain of the men's basketball team, she'll discover a shocking new feature about her banana.

This is the first entry in the Joana Banana series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: May 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463749753

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Copyright © 2019 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

This story includes: gender transformation, hermaphrodites, and impregnation.

1

Three seconds left on the clock. We’re losing by one point. The big, red numbers on the scoreboard were all I saw out of the corner of my eye, along with a racing blur—Izzie Weber, the highest-scoring shooting guard in Ladybird history, about to leap in front of me. At 6′2″ with dark ebony skin, Izzie could make for a tree with those arms.

Confession time: I also may have had a few wet dreams about her.

Tall athletic chicks. Hnngg.

Jump. Release.

Swish!

The crowd loses its mind. Everyone’s on their feet, screaming. The other Muskrats are congratulating me—all except Olivia Mayfield, who is happy and smiling and cheering with the rest of her regional champions, but won’t look me in the eye.

Admit it, sister, you ain’t got nothing on my ball skills.

"Oh! Ah! Teeth and foreskin!"

Lucca’s overzealous chompers brought me back to the present: my victory blowjob. Her parents were out of town, so we had the house to ourselves. Her friskiness was off the charts. I had barely kept the car on the road on the way over here. Highway handies—fun, but dangerous. And now, still in dire need of a shower, my musky, sweaty she-member was three-quarters of the way inside my girlfriend’s dick-sucking lips. Her circus name would be The Incredible Human Dyson. One of a kind.

Slurp. Sluurrrrppp.

Out went my knees. Thankfully the bed was there to catch me.

I was still riding the basketball high—like a runner’s high, you know? The competition, the exercise, the face of Olivia when, with my game-winning shot, I secured the MVP award. She was probably off crying to her dad, the coach.

And just like that, I grew another inch.

I nearly ripped my basketball jersey in trying to get it off. Lucca was going hard, her head riding the waves of my pelvic thrusts into the back of her throat. A hot, warm mouth was so much better than that freakin’ gaff. Not many people can relate, but there are few things more uncomfortable in life than spontaneous erections with a girdle holding your dick between your legs. More than once—PE class and Mrs. Chandler, I’m looking at you and your spandex-covered butt—I feared my not-so-little lady-boner would turn out deformed by the time I reached twenty-one. Well, deformed more than it already was.

But so far, so swell.

What else was swell—swelling—were my nipples. My sports bra was still sticky and gross, but like hell I was letting it impede the pleasure of one Ms. Regional Basketball Champion. Once it was among the growing pile of clothes on the floor, I gave a squeeze to my breasts. My pent-up arousal instantly manifested with a sudden curve in my spine and a quick exhale.

Damn, girl, I thought, watching Lucca power-suck my dick. Before me, she was a lesbian—and still was a lesbian, kind of, technically, maybe? I’ll never know where she got it.

Life’s surprising talents.

A few minutes of that, and I was close. Easy to tell even for an observer, because when I get close to orgasm, my body starts writhing like crazy. You’d think my ancestors were snakes or something. And Lucca knew this, because she started sucking harder, and all I could feel on my dick was that hot, wet mouth and the pervasive pressure of her throat muscles pinching the head of my cock.

When she stuck a finger inside of my pussy, there she blew.

My body did its best St. Louis Arch impression. "Ohhh! Mmmm!"

The climax numbed my brain. I was tired. My muscles were aching. But then, in the post-come haze, I found myself on my stomach with something wet sliding rapidly across my pussy. Lucca’s tongue.

Already I was about to lose it again. I felt my girlfriend’s tongue move deeper inside me. All the while, she had her hand underneath my groin, stroking my cock where it’s pinned underneath my quivering, trembling, sex-exhausted body. I thought that was it; surely I couldn’t take any more. But then the orgasm continued to build and build. And then my hands