Kendra can't help but be amused by Frank's exaggeratedly tiny physique. Even stripped down to just his boxers, he looks less than half her size. Frank shivers and complains about being cold, but Kendra knows it's really because he has less than zero body fat - the poor guy is basically just skin and bones. When he tries to flex his nonexistent bicep, Kendra can't hold back her laughter. The pathetic little lump hardly even qualifies as a muscle. With that, she decides to have a bit of fun and climbs onto his back piggyback style. Frank immediately starts shaking and gasping under her weight, his twiggy legs struggling to hold her up. Laughing, she climbs off his tiny shoulders and marvels at the difference in their sizes.   Holding up her fist next to Frank's, Kendra shows how his hand looks tiny in comparison, then flexes a bulging bicep right beside his noodle arm. Frank blushes bright red, looking utterly humiliated. But Kendra is just getting started having her way with him. She easily sweeps him off his feet and carries him front-style, his legs dangling in the air. Then she lifts him up to sit on her shoulder like a parrot, his butt resting on her trap. Frank whimpers and squirms but is powerless in her strong grip as she transitions him into a tight front carry, smooshing his face into her chest. His spindly limbs flail helplessly as Kendra carries him over to the wall and presses his bare feet against it, holding him up effortlessly. Frank squeaks in embarrassment at being displayed like that.   Finally, Kendra pulls him into a side koala carry, tucking his tiny body against her hip. His arms and legs curl around her, squeezing tight. She surveys him, smirking at how helpless he looks -  carrying him is like carrying a bundle of twigs. She decides she'll never get tired of teasing her scrawny little plaything. His twigginess is just too fun to play with!