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Narancia went outside to go on a mission him and his gang were assigned to get to. He opened the car door, and sat down in his seat.
The other gang members were talking about stupid shit, as usual. A few minutes pass and Narancia suddenly feels a weird sensation in his stomach. As the feeling gets stronger and stronger by the second, he feels it shift to his ass. He has to fart. "Oh shit..." He thought to himself. He was in the car, the other people would smell it. And he could tell it was a big and smelly one. Images flashed in his head about the gang members making fun of him for farting in the car. He used his ass muscles to keep it from escaping his hole.
"Something wrong, Narancia? You seem to be sweating a bit." Mista asks him, a bit of worry covering his words. Narancia could feel his heart skip a beat, he had hoped no one would notice him and his struggle in trying not to fart. He took a quick breath and spoke, "yeah, I'm fine." "If you say so." Mista says, Narancia feels relief as he gets away with it.
As more times passes, Narancia starts clenching his asscheeks, trying his absolute hardest not to fart. The poor boy was about at his limit, he wanted to ask Bucciarati to stop the car and let him go to the bathroom, but he knew that this mission was important and that stopping just so he could fart in peace was not worth it.
A drop of sweat fall down his chin as he clenched harder, feeling himself about to explode. He knew he only had little time left before he is gonna fart and stink up the place. If only he was wearing a thong like Fugo, it could have came out as a whisper due to thongs touching the inside of your cheeks.
Narancia then feels it starting to escape, he gets scared and accidentally let's out a little fart. He quickly got control again and clenched. He knew the gang heard it as they were looking around.
"Hah, cute toot, Trish." Mista laughs, and her face goes red. "What?! I didn't do that!" She screamed at him, Narancia sighed quietly in relief as he heard Mista and Trish argue. "Shut up, guys. It's nothing to argue over." Fugo states as Mista and Trish calm down and sit back down.
Narancia felt gas build up again, he clenched and clenched, but it was no use. He was gonna fart, and he knew it.
He farts loudly, very loudly, the gang getting jumpscared by it as his giant fart shook the car and everyone's seats shake.
It sounded like a whale on weed, it was so loud, some bypassers near heard it and felt it in the ground.
After a good long 30 seconds, his fart stops. He feels relieved as his ass doesn't feel full anymore and relaxes until he realizes what happened...
"What... was that?" Abbacchio says, looking around. "That was so loud.. was it a enemy stand attack?" Fugo asks as the gang looks around, trying to find the culprit. Narancia gulps, he feels his heart race and his anxiety build up. The gang really thought that his loud, ground shaking fart was a stand attack.
The car then starts to reek, it smelled absolutely horrible. It reeked of hot garbage and dirty, stinky ass. It was as if someone shat in a bowl and served it with other peoples shit, piss, puke, and dirty pads and tampons. He could smell the sweat in it from clenching his ass
The gang coughs, "Jesus christ... what the fuck is that smell?" Fugo says as Giorno gags in fear "auOOugH!" "Good God, I think I'm gonna be sick.." Mista says flirtatiously. Trish gags and straight up leaves the car along with Bucciarati. The entire gang leaves the car and opens the door, trying to get the smell out as quickly as possible.
"It smells like the burnt asscheeks of a homeless kid." Abbacchio says."It smells like a wet turd on steroids..." Fugo says, the gang coughs and gags like lady gaga, Narancia feels his cheeks burn in embarrassment as their comments about his own, personal fart that probably tore his ass open from letting out.
It did smell actually horrid, he knew in that moment he farted, a demon left his asshole. "Damnit, I know I shouldn't have had those nacho fries and taco bell this morning..." Narancia thinks to himself in pure regret, if he hadn't had those darn juicy tacos, this wouldn't have had happened.
He then feels something wet against his asscheeks, he then rubs his finger against his ass and sniffs it.
It was SHIT.
Narancia moaned in horror, "ooH!" He ran as quickly as he could to the nearest bathroom and unleashed the devil from his asshole. He cried as it felt like he was shitting a cactus. The whole bathroom shoke like a earthquake was happening as the shit plopped into the toilet, the rest of his shit came out like liquid. It felt like he was peeing out of his asshole. He gagged as he smelled the power of his turd pile.
His porcelain throne shook as he continued shitting loudly and vigorously, after time passed, he heard some people come in to go, but they gagged and ran off. it smelled so bad that people couldn't even do their business. He felt so guilty.
After an hour, he finally finished, but clogged the toilet he didn't care and washed his hands and got out quickly.
He knew that going back to the gang and trying to find what excuse he needed to use was gonna be a tough one.