Johnathan fell to his knees before the hidious Toad King. "Please, I will never try to usurp you again. I'll be loyal and obedient, and so will all my hive forever more. I swear." He didn't have any other bodies left. He'd become too used to seeing through a thousand eyes. He wanted to build up his hive again. Even if it meant perpetual slavery. To end his days in the belly of this slumy, wart covered toad was too horrible to think of. At least give him an honorary death. He'd been a prince.
The Toad King loomed over Johnathan with a hungry gaze. Licking his lips. Johnathan had been consumed by this monster once before and was now just a tuny wasp boy, smaller and more slender than one of the giant toads oily fingers.
"The desperation in your voice pleases me, but an act of treason can not go unpunished. Go now and multioly your bodies. Three for each toad in the toad kingdom. 60 bodies, plus one extra. You have until nightfall."
Johnathan didn't have a choice. He feared he was simply providing a banquet for the toads. It was tough getting 60 new bodies in such a short time, but he did it and was kneeling before the toads with 61 bowed heads.
"Now for your punishment. I know that you have always been a spoiled princeling. A pampered boy who hates slimy things, not even able to stomach pudding. A proud, self-centered brat. So your punishment is going to be as humiliating and disgusting for you as possible." Johnathan grimaced.
"You are to willingly and obediently climb up into our cocks. Into our urethras. You are to keep crawling until you're bladted out by our orgasms," the Toad King said with glee. "Three per toad." Johnathan felt revolted, but he had no choice if he wanted to survive.
The toads all gathered around the wasp boys in various stages of excitement. Each one unique. Each one more disgusting than the last in one aspect or other.
One wasp boy remained in the center of the circle while his sixty other selves each reluctantly chose a cock to dive into. Precum dribbled from each one.
Johnathan squeezed himself in, head first. It was a tight fit. His sholders and hips slid agaist the lubricated walls of the urethras. He had to fight the current of precum trying to push him back out. And the deeper he got the more aroused the toads became. Every one had a diggerent flavor.
The last wasp boy in line in each cock was trapped in place as he squeezed past the prostate glan. He seemed to merge inexplicably with the prostate and blocking the way out. Involuntary, each prostate fused version of himself began to buzz and vibrate, pleasuring the toads. The other two that were even deeper in were suddenly sucked up the slipery tubes and found themselves flung into individual oval prisons full of thick rich semen. Johnathan was trapped in each of the twenty toads pares of balls.
It felt like he was drowning, but the semen was magically breathable. Yet it was disgusting. Johnathan was desperate to escape. Pounding in vain against the walls of the testickle prisons. It only felt like gentle fondling to the toads.
The prostate buzzing got all the toads to the edge. They all came at once. Every prostate trapped body felt and tasted it first. Then it all fontenened out splattering the one remaining wasp boy on the outside. But none of his bodies burst out with it. They were all still trapped inside the toads.
Every one of Jonathan's bodies inside the testickles instantly started to orgasm again and again and again, refilling the drained balls.
"From now on, the majority of your bodies will remain a part of us. Filling our balls and stimulating our prostate. You'll be in out dicks when we cum and taste it when we piss. Your one remaining body on the other hand will be of use to us on the outside."
Johnathan felt the bukaki he was drowning in start to absorb into him, changing him. He was transforming again!