Pushed right through the giant's shorts The magical size bracelet chapter 11 by SatireMarker

It took you a moment to realise that you were now cocooned completely. You had released your grip when Tread had scratched at his arse, so by all rights you should have fallen to the ground, and yet - you hadn't. You blinked and looked around...the world behind you now had a dark black filter. The giant's shorts....wow. You'd been pushed straight through and were now right up against his tight Calvin Klein. Yelling out in incredulous elation you redoubled your efforts. You no longer needed to cling on - so tight were the shorts against Tread's arse that you were pinned in place. Tread was still jogging but there was no give whatsoever.

The sweaty, powerful gluteus maximus pushed against you and, in stark contrast to your previous tight grip, you simply relaxed and allowed the extreme pressure to push you against the shorts. You grew yourself ever so slightly to prevent going through the same minute hole you must have come through and simply let the sweat and powerful muscularity of Tread wash over you as he continued his light jog. What an experience!

After a few minutes Tread stopped running and went into his stretches. You once again felt his enormous weight on top of you as he lay down to stretch out his legs, then he stretched out every other part of his body. When he sat down, there was a little give in his shorts and you had a little more freedom of movement. You wondered where to go next...