Lorana spins around as the tent suddenly opens up behind her, and another Nord walks in. The tiny Lorana looks up at the towering figure, standing stories above her in comparison to her tiny size. Lorana's eyes travel up the giantess's tanned ankles, up her supple, toned legs, up her torso donned with the typical Stormcloak uniform, and finally up to her face, with its flowing brunette hair and olive complexion.
Lorana gasps as she recognizes the soldier Merta, one of her biggest rivals at the camp. Normally, running into her like this would be grounds for argument or banter of some kind. However, in this vulnerable state, the tiny Nord instantly realized that things would be very, very bad if she were seen. Gasping with a little yelp, Lorana hid back behind the table leg just as she saw the giant Merta turn her way.
Unfortunately for Lorana, it was too late.
"Oh... what?" Merta said to herself, before getting down on all fours, hitting the floor with felt like a tremendous thump to Lorana. Before she could move, Merta reached out behind the table leg and snatched up Lorana, wrapping her long fingers around the tiny's warm, naked body, causing her to yelp in surprise.
Pulling Lorana's struggling body into full view, Meta's eyes went wide in disbelief. "Oh... my... GOD!" She yelled, a grin spreading across her face. "Wha... Lorana, is that YOU?!"
"Put me down, you dumb bitch!" Lorana yelled, gritting her teeth as the giantess squeezed her.
"Ahahaha... oh, this is so wonderful! You're so LITTLE..." Merta pointed out, as she stood to full height, "...and you're naked! Ahaha..." standing up fully, Merta brought Lorana incredibly close to her face, before giggling uncontrollably. Taking a deep breath, she continued: "Dabbling around with crazy magic again, I see?"
"Shut up!" Lorana yelled, now incredibly frustrated. "Just let me go!"
"Oh, no no no..." Merta giggled again, her wide eyes fixated on her tiny rival. "I am going to take full advantage of this..."