Again, Johnathan began to feel strange. Wasn't he done changing!? His penis started to leak again, only this time, he was so small that the honey-cum didn't come out in small drops that dripped off him, but instead ballooned out to envelop him. It felt amazing, but also overwhelming. Not quite like peeing and not quite like having an orgasm, but similar in pleasure and sense of glorious relief.
“Where is this all coming from!?” the wasp-boy gasped. The drop was getting so large. Only his upper half was poking out anymore, and still it grew.
“Did you think your biomass simply disappeared into nothing?” the Toad King asked.
“Oh god!” the former prince exclaimed. He guessed his new body weighed only about a gram, which would mean there was many thousands more grams to go. “I'll drown!” Now only his head was outside the ever expanding droplet. The Toad King laughed with a hearty croak.
“No you won't. You'll see.” Johnathan took a final breath before his head was swallowed by the drop. After that, his senses became so confused that he couldn't tell what was going on. But from the Toad's point of view he could see the wasp-boy curl up into a fetal position inside the amber droplet on the lilypad. The wasp-boy shifted and began to split. The two halves moving apart as the drop itself split in two, like a cell dividing. The amber color of the honey cleared into water, as if the wasp essence had been absorbed.
Both drops popped simultaneously, spilling the water out to trickle into the moonlit lake. Both identical wasp-boys coughed and buzzed their delicate wings to clear them of the water. Johnathan looked at himself, then Johnathan looked at himself. It was very confusing. At first he thought he was looking at a mirror, but no. He was this wasp-boy and he was that wasp-boy. He was looking out of both sets of eyes. All four of his antennae on two sets of bodies wiggled in confusion as he tried to make sense of it all.
“Does it feel strange, having a hive-mind?” the Toad King asked. The wings on one of Johnathan's bodies buzzed slightly. The other tilted its head curiously. It was so bizarre. He was in two bodies at once. He was feeling oddly attracted to himself.
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He couldn't help it. He started to crawl closer to himself. There was a need to be one again, though in a different way than before. The antennae touched and it felt like electricity. Between each of his sets of legs, his penises were already erect, despite cuming so much just a moment ago. It was the closest thing he had to a stinger. They kissed and embraced one another passionately, not caring that there was an audience of, from his perspective, mountain sized toads watching him... them.
They'd split from the same body, thus neither one could be said to be the original, so it was hard for Johnathan to decide which would be the top and which the bottom, but one of them finally entered the other. As soon as one wasp-boy penetrated the other, his penis began to buzz and vibrate. Both of Johnathan gasped. Johnathan felt a deep need to cum. Somehow he knew he wouldn't feel relieved until he'd done this again and again and again until he'd expelled as much mass as he'd shrunk. But the orgasm wouldn't come. The toads laughed in their croaky ways.
“Why can't I cum!?” Both of Johnathan cried in unison and desperation, unable to stop his top side from fucking the lower one.
“Bees need to work to earn their honey,” the Toad-King said. “The first was a freebee. For all the rest, you will need nectar from the gardens. And for other tasks you must drink cum from other beings. Toads, humans and more. But be wary, for there are many dangers out there too get you. Meat eating plants. Humans with fly swatters. And of course... toads.” He licked his lips, greedely. “It can be so hard to restrain my subjects. How could I tell them not to eat such a delicious looking meal. But we'll try not to snack until you get your hive going.”
Johnathan forced his bodies apart again. He really needed to cum, but the Toad King was right, he needed to work to be able to make more honey and more bodies and a hive to protect himselves.
He looked to himselves nervously and nodded, not really knowing why. Habit? It wasn't as if he was communicating with someone else but himself. Or was it? He was starting to get the hang of this weird double experience. His mind was in both of them, but the bodies felt like they had slightly different preferences, emotions and needs. Just like you might want to naturally hold your fork with your left hand and your knife with your right. One body was clearly more of a bottom than the other. And the other felt slightly more shy than his twin. Was he one or was he two? If he thought this was confusing, he wondered what an entire hive of himselves would feel like. He took off into the air together.