A feeling of warmth and comfort blanketed Dennis as Gina effortlessly carried him across the field. However, a sharp needle of doubt in the back of his mind prevented him from getting completely comfortable. Was this really a reality he wanted? Devoid of agency and dignity, reduced to a weak little plaything for musclebound amazons to dote on?
"Nice hustle, Sharon!" said Gina. "Your footwork's really improving."
"Thanks! I think we both know who the real MVPs are, though." Sharon lifted her arms and flexed down hard, causing her biceps to swell into throbbing boulders of beef, bigger than softballs. "My big girls," she said, kissing her bicep. Dennis couldn't help but stare at her muscular display, which she took notice of.
"And who's this little munchkin right here?" she cooed.
"Oh, this is Dennis. We've known each other since high school. Say hi, Dennis!"
Dennis uttered a timid, "Um... hi there," while clinging to Gina for support.
"Aw, someone's a little shy," said Gina. "It's okay, Denny. She's a friend. She won't hurt you."
Beaming with joy, Sharon held her arms out in front of her, fingers flexing. "Can I hold him?"
Gina looked down at him, waiting for him to give the okay. Dennis decided it would be in his best interest to keep both of them as happy as possible, and nodded. Gina took the cue and tossed him to Sharon, who immediately started doting on him.
"You are just the cutest little thing!" she squealed. "Cootchie, cootchie, coo!"
She pulled up Dennis's shirt and tickled his tummy, causing him to squirm about and giggle. He had to admit he rather liked being held and adored like this, but he knew he'd have to get his hands on the camera pretty soon if he didn't want things to stay this way forever.
With that in mind, what does he do?