You find the campsite, but you don't find anyone there. You venture inside the tent. Still no one. All that is in the tent is a purse and a sleeping bag -- but even an open tent might shelter you for the night, so you make your way into the tent, towards the end of the sleeping bag. But, as you approach the mouth of the bag, you hear a rustling in the nearby bushes. If it was a wild Pokemon, it would be best to keep a low profile, so you dive into the bag and crawl to a safe distance. The rustling sound turns to rhythmic thumping as whatever it was transferred from forest to open ground. Then you feel the 'ceiling' above shift to one side as a foot came down, then another shift. If it were a Pokemon, it would be bipedal...
The possibility that it was the tent's occupant belatedly came to you, along with a loud rumbling noise -- the zipper closing the tent flap. You were trapped in a tent with an unaware stranger. Great. Suddenly, there was a blinding burst of light as the giant widened the mouth of the sleeping bag by accidentally kicking it. As you ducked down, you got a good glimpse of the tent's owner. It was a dark-haired girl in a red skirt, blue shirt, and white hat. She was barefoot, with a pair of red-striped white shoes and blue socks in her hand. As you watched, the hat came off and --more importantly -- the red skirt came down as well. Despite the fact that you had already had an almost unimpeded view of her panties already, this gesture caught you off-guard. The precious moments to move that were given as the giantess stuffed her unused clothes into her pack were wasted. By the time you had recovered, the humongous girl was sliding into her sleeping bag.
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