Adhered to Tread's arse - fine with you! The magical size bracelet chapter 7 by SatireMarker

You were still in a daze as you felt colossal movement; not just Tread, but you. Your head span as suddenly you were moved from the bench up into the air and it took you a moment to figure out what had happened - you had been adhered to the seat of Tread's shorts! You did your best not to move as the gargantuan teen jogged through. You wanted to stay right where you were and grabbed onto the arse cheek, pressing yourself into it with every bit of your enhanced bracelet-given strength. Its warmth, its smell, its taut muscularity, all of these things made you want to live there as an ant-sized little parasite on his arse forever. You continued burying your face in it as Tread headed out to the field. The cold night air and hubbub of fans in the stadium might have been a distraction but you tuned it all out, concentrating on Tread's arse.

Suddenly you were jostled about even more as Tread began to jog gently onto the pitch. Such was the sheer force of the motion that you felt your hands slipping. You tightened your grip even more...