Bashful Berry might feel completely helpless and humiliated, but he also feels loved and adored, both sensations reflected in the blissful expression on his blushy face. He's really shy about all the attention he's getting, but that only makes his pamperers want to cuddle him and caress him even more! Since he's going to be helpless and bedridden forever, he has permanent bedhead which only makes him look even more disheveled and vulnerable to his caregivers and the surrounding audience, which they think only makes him lo0k even more adorable, so naturally they ruffle his hair up even more whenever they get the chance (while also tickling his cheeks to make him blush even brighter).

The blue pixies, just like the handmaidens, are over 1,000 times stronger than the average human in proportion to their size. Just like the handmaidens, they use their strength to induce pleasure rather than pain and absolutely love having a helpless pet blubber blob to publicly pamper, massage, cuddle, caress, and tickle "mercilessly." They squeeze themselves into every n0ok and cranny of his blubbery body. Every fat roll. Under his armpits. Around his marshmallowy legs and his m0obs. And especially all over and between his enormous blubbery butt cheeks. Constantly cuddling and caressing, massaging and tickling, publicly pampering their helpless pet blubber blob every moment of every day...forever. His luminescent blush lights the whole place up and the endless giggles of his cuddle-crazy caregivers will echo in his soul for all eternity.

So yeah, it's another Berry pic. This time with an even more anime-like expression on his chubby blushing face while his caregivers ruffle his hair and tickle his cheeks to make him lo0k and feel even more helpless and to make him blush even brighter. Also to drive home the point that, not only will he experience sensory bliss for all eternity, but it will increase with every passing moment! Something about that is almost reminiscent of 'I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream' but with the situation ironically inverted so the "victim" ends up experiencing otherworldly pleasure instead of misery (which makes it even MORE humiliating).

Note: If I could do it without making everything lo0k cluttered, I'd put sweat drops all over him. He would sweat constantly from the endless embarrassment, and his sweat would smell (and taste) like popcorn butter with vanilla extract combined with freshly baked butter c0okies. And of course, sweating profusely in public means lots of public sponge baths. It's not normal sweat either. It's more like lotion that keeps his skin soft and makes him glisten like a giant ballo0n. That means his skin secretes its own lotion, increasing its own sensitivity more and more with every passing moment! The more he's massaged, tickled, and caressed, the more he sweats. The more he farts uncontrollably in public while being publicly pampered, the more he sweats. The more he sweats, the more everyone wants to make him sweat. The more he farts, the more everyone wants to make him fart. Because every scent he emits smells sweet, he's kinda like a reverse slob. Every sweet scent his body emits draws more and more adoring caregivers to him. He's gonna be blushing FOREVER!