Slipping you into the pocket of his tracksuit bottoms The magical size bracelet chapter 8 by SatireMarker

Before you knew it, Josh had moved his arm down to his tracksuit and slipped you inside the spacious pocket, then zipped it up. You were entombed inside this fabric prison, but that was fine - to be this close to the godlike Josh was a dream come true, regardless of your size. But you played to your role, immediately struggling and trying to get out of the pocket, trying to get back to the zip.

You felt the huge hand press down on you, its warmth and effortless power easily preventing any further movement on your part. "Stop squirming," Josh commanded. "We'll chat in a bit. If you can talk."

You did as you were told and stopped.

"Good," Josh muttered. You felt him moving around more now as he handed the cone bag to his coach, and he was ready for his game. He didn't say another word to you until...