New Hope Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 135 by Somebody__mo-qQ5F5g

Back in the stomach of the beast, or in this case, the bowels of the beast, Caren couldn't have been any more thrilled. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she watched the walls of Altina's colon stretch and expand with the incoming gas, she had done this countless times with herself but seeing it from the outside was a whole new experience and she couldn't help but feel a bit aroused by the sheer power and scale of it all.

Chrissy, on the other hand, was not having the time of her life. The foul odor was enough to make a skunk blush and she was about to pass out from the sheer intensity of it all. Yet somehow, she remained conscious, her eyes watering from the stench as she tried to crawl away from the incoming fart-tide. She was nowhere near as experienced in the art of breath play as Caren was and she had never felt such an overwhelming desire to just stop breathing and let the toxic fumes claim her, ending her suffering once and for all.

But she had to keep moving, she had to get out. Her hands slipped and slid across the slimy surface, desperately trying to find purchase on the undulating walls of Altina's colon. Her legs felt like jelly but she forced herself to push forward, driven by a primal need to escape this foul abyss.

The air grew thicker and heavier, the stench so potent it seemed to cling to her, a second skin of pure disgust. She could feel her eyes watering, her nose burning, and her lungs begging for relief from the noxious fumes. But she couldn't stop, couldn't let this be the end.

"If you get me out of here," she croaked through her tightly gritted teeth, her voice barely a whisper in the damp, echoing chamber of Altina's bowels, "I'll make sure you get plenty of... booty... time later." It was a desperate promise, one she never thought she'd make, but the alternative was unthinkable.

Caren looked over at the struggling Lillie with a glint in her eye, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, if you put it that way," she quipped, her voice light and teasing despite their dire situation, "who am I to say no?"

With a renewed sense of purpose, Caren began to manipulate the air around them, creating a pocket of pressure to push against the incoming wave of gas. It was a delicate dance, one that she had practiced many times. She had to be careful not to cause any damage, but at the same time, she couldn't help but enjoy the power she wielded in such a confined space.

"Hold on tight!" Caren exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the trembling Lillie. The walls of Altina's colon convulsed around them as the pressure grew. The air grew denser, making it harder to breathe, but Caren remained unfazed, her eyes never leaving the pulsating exit that was her sister's anus.

With a grunt, she focused her powers and the world around them grew brighter, the air shimmering as she pushed the last bit of gas back. The sphincter stretched and opened, the light from the outside world beckoning them like a beacon. With one final heave, they shot out like a cork from a bottle, soaring through Altina's rectum and out into the open air of the infirmary.

The sudden change in pressure was jarring but exhilarating. Caren felt a rush of excitement as she grew back to her normal size, the room around her seeming to expand as she did. Altina looked down in shock to see a tiny, disheveled version of Chrissy in Caren's hand, her face pale and her eyes wide with terror. The sight was so absurd that it was almost comical, and Caren couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, well, well," she said with a smug grin, "Looks like the lost little lamb has been found."

Altina looked down at the scene before her with a mix of astonishment and annoyance. Caren, her cheeks flushed with excitement, clutched the tiny form of Chrissy in her palm, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The blonde nurse stared at her sister, trying to process what she had just witnessed.

"What in the actual hell, Caren?" Altina's voice boomed, echoing off the tiles of the infirmary floor. She stepped closer, her bulk shaking slightly as she did so, the tremors echoing through her thighs. "Where did you come from, and why do you have my patient?"

Caren chuckled, holding up her hand to silence her sister's outburst. She delicately placed Chrissy onto the desk, watching as the girl gasped and coughed, trying to catch her breath in the fresh, untainted air. "Well, you see," she began, her eyes glinting with amusement, "I found our little friend here hiding out in the last place I would've thought to look." She gestured towards Altina's backside with a mischievous smile.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Altina's brows furrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze flicking between Caren and the still-gasping Chrissy.

Caren leaned back against the desk, her smile never faltering. "Why, I just told you. I found her in the most unexpected of places." She gestured to her sister's rear with a wink. "You know how much I love a good fart. And let me tell you, yours is truly a masterpiece, Altina."

The blonde nurse's cheeks reddened even further. "That's disgusting," she murmured, though there was a hint of pride in her voice. She couldn't help but be curious about her sister's strange behavior. "But why did you bring her there?"

"Oh, it was an accident, really," Caren said with a shrug. "I just wanted to get a closer look at your... 'masterpiece'. And then, voilà! I found her stuck in the most peculiar of places." She chuckled, watching as Altina processed the information.

The redness in Altina's cheeks grew deeper. "I... I didn't know I was that... powerful," she murmured, looking down at her own butt with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "I'm so sorry, Chrissy," she apologized, her voice sincere. "I hope you weren't in there for too long."

Chrissy, however, was in no mood for apologies. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, glaring at the two of them. "You," she spat out, her voice hoarse from the ordeal, "you're nothing but a fat, gassy pig!"

The words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and anger. Caren's smile didn't falter. "Well, if the shoe fits," she quipped, wiggling her toes in the air, "but I'd watch your mouth, little one. You never know what might happen if you insult the person whose ass you've just been living in."

Chrissy's eyes narrowed to slits, the insults rolling off her like water off a duck's back. She was beyond caring about manners or social grace at this point. "I'll say what I want," she spat, "and you'd better not come near me with that... that... fart-filled body of yours again!"

But Altina's expression softened, her cheeks still a deep shade of red. "I'm really, really sorry, Chrissy," she said, her voice thick with sincerity. "I had no idea you'd end up... well, you know." She gestured vaguely to her backside. "Let me make it up to you."

Chrissy's eyes narrowed, her voice still hoarse from the gas that had filled her lungs. "What could you possibly do to make up for that?" she demanded, her voice dripping with skepticism.

"How about I teach you a life skill?" Altina offered, her voice gentle and her gaze sincere. "One that could come in handy in the future?"

Chrissy, still panting heavily, could hardly believe what she was hearing. She narrowed her eyes, studying Altina's expression for any sign of mockery or deceit, but all she found was genuine concern. "What kind of... life skill?" she rasped out, not quite ready to trust the giantess just yet.

"Well, I can't spoil the surprise," Altina said with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "but let's just say it's something that not everyone gets to learn, and it's very good for... let's say, personal growth."

Chrissy stared at her, trying to decide if she was being serious or if this was just another twisted game. After a moment, she relented with a defeated sigh. "Fine," she said, pushing herself up to sit properly on the desk. "But if you're messing with me, I swear-"

"No, no, no," Altina interrupted, her smile growing wider. "This is no trick. You see, I have a special... gift, and I think it's high time someone like you experienced it." She leaned in closer, her massive breasts pressing against the desk and threatening to knock over the medical supplies. "It's something that can change you, inside and out."

Caren took a step back, "Ok I am glad you guys made up. I should be going now" she stated, her voice cool. As she turned around to leave.

But before she could take a second step, Altina's hand shot out and grabbed her arm, "Not so fast, big sis," she said, her expression stern, "I think you've forgotten something."

Caren looked down at her sister's hand on her arm, then back up at Altina's face, raising an eyebrow in question. "Forgotten what?" she asked, her voice still light and playful despite the firm grip.

"Your manners," Altina replied, her expression serious but her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "You can't just go gallivanting around inside people's bodies without asking permission first."

Caren's cheeks flushed, a rare occurrence for the usually unflappable nun. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble," she said, her voice taking on a contrite tone.

"I know you didn't," Altina said, her grip loosening slightly. "But that doesn't change the fact that you need to learn to control your... urges."

Caren rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can't help it," she protested, pouting. "It's just so... thrilling!"