Double Dribble

By Gregor Daniels

Oops! After the captain of the men's basketball team is introduced to the powers of her banana pudding, Joana has to face her toughest hurdle yet: her fiercest teammate, Olivia, discovering her secret! Joana will do anything to keep the lid on her abnormal condition. But between their storied rivalry, the recurring urges, and a secret organization, her world is rapidly going to hell in a fruit basket.

This is the second entry in the Joana Banana series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Jun 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463607985

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

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Two

Three

Four

Five

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 pregnancy.

Check out BALL HANDLING, the first story in the Joana Banana series!

1

WHAT THE FUCK?

Boys will know this. That penis thing? It becomes your overlord quite easily. And with me, and with my sex drive that could probably fuck-start a car, my first thought when I saw Olivia Mayfield standing there, watching—gaping, in horror—was not to immediately drop anchor and pull out. I kept going. The cum was still flowing, still pouring into Vinnie’s vagina, one cosmic-rattling spurt after another. And me clenching his swollen belly was my way to not fall off the horse, so to speak. Because it was a ride. And all I could think about was making Vinnie’s belly take on my Lake Superior of cum.

And he wanted it too. It wasn’t like—oh shit, I could see how this could be interpreted very wrongly. Rest assured, the captain of the Werewolves was moaning for Daddy Joana to breed his man-womb.

Breed. That word resonated powerfully inside me. Breed, I instructed my cock, and another surge of my cum gushed up and into Vinnie. My eyes were rolling back into my head while I felt my partner’s belly distending to the size of a basketball. God, there was so much! And so much more! I didn’t know when it was going to end. I didn’t want it to end.

Joana, what is this? Vinnie, what the fuck?

He was all mine. His mind? Mine. That cum-filled baby bump? Mine. His desires? Mine.

Mine, mine, mine.

Somewhere near the end of this dimension-bending orgasm, and when my fingernails were digging into Vinnie’s abdomen because of how tight I was squeezing him, I felt hands on my shoulders—Olivia’s. She was trying to pull me off, but I didn’t want to come off! I wasn’t about to let these eager-to-give balls turn blue. So I fought her. She’d yank on me, and I’d bring Vinnie with me. I wasn’t done with this pussy just yet.

Then Olivia pulled so hard that my groin flashed with pain. But not my groin. More like our groin, if that made any sense.

Stop! I shouted at her. You might hurt him!

"What? What the fuck?"

Yeah, same, I thought. But I knew a sudden disconnection might be harmful. As before, I could feel both ways of our sex—not just behind the penetration, but receiving the penetration. And when Olivia had tried to rip us apart, I’d experienced a pain in my vagina.

Or Vinnie’s vagina. Or something.

Look, the training wheels were still on, okay? How would you explain it?

Leave it, I panted, fighting to stay conscious. With all that cum leaving my body, my energy was also on a rapid decline. My thrusts were faltering, my hips were aching, my cock was hurting with how freakin’ hard and persistent it was. Maybe the blood was draining from my head.

This is fucked up! Olivia screamed. You have a…and Vinnie…

Yeah, still trying to deal with that too, I thought.

As my fuck-cycle began to wane a little—and as I figured my orgasm was finally nearing its conclusion after what seemed like thirty minutes of power-washing Vinnie’s insides—I felt an extreme urge to push. Suddenly I was up on my toes, pressing the might of my cock up between Vinnie’s legs, both our bodies trembling and me about to grind my teeth into dust.

Something was traveling up the shaft of my cock. Something large—well, something large to a urethra. It felt massive, with my orgasmic contractions now concentrating around this mysterious object. It hurt too. And I wanted it to stop, but at the same time, I wanted to finish it. So every action from