Johnathan landed on two separate blooming lillypads with his two bodies. The white flowers was so big compared to him that it felt like going into a house. They sheared a nervous glance across the water before entering the pedals of their respective flowers.
Inside was a sweet, yellow dimple in the center, surrounded by tendril covered in pollen. And in the center of it all was a rather phallic stalk. He could smell that's where the neckar was, and he knew exactly what needed to be done, like instinct built into him. But his two bodies had different preferences on how to extract it.
They landed in the center; the pollen getting all over them and making them giggle. #0001 lowered himself down onto the nectar stalk, letting it enter him like a lover. Slowly at first, he began to move up and down on it. Then faster.
#0002 brought his nectar stalk to his mouth and began to give it a blowjob: stimulating it with his lisps and tongue, then even sliding it deep down into his throat. The surrounding tendrils began to rub up against his bodies in response, as if the flower was aware and rewarding him with caresses. Ensnaring Johnathan's bodies and covering him with pollen. The Toad Kingdom sure was a magical place.
Johnathan felt both of his bodies being stimulated and used by the plants in every way. Instinct bound him impulsively to pleasure the plant, but even if he tried to escape, it wouldn't have let him. The tendrils bound and restrained him and made him pump the nectar harder and harder. The phallic nectar stalks were so long and the tendrils pushing him down so far that it reached his slender wasp belly, making them almost as proportionately thick as a normal person's belly for moments at a time. #0001 up his ass and #0002 down his throat.
The nectar stalks were leaking into him slowly, feeding him want he so desperately needed. Into ass and throat. But then, boom! They erupted with sweet nectar, ejaculating in grateful pulses into him. It felt amazing, but neither of Johnathan's bodies could cum yet. Their work wasn't done. The tendrils let him go, satisfied with his work. He departed from his flowers in search of new ones.