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So this wasn’t supposed to happen. Bruno had sent Giorno and Mista out to get groceries, and now Giorno finds himself wedged in between Mista’s tits. A few minutes ago, while the two were looking for crap to buy, this guy with buzzed hair had come up to them and said something like “There can only be one ‘Gio,’” and Giorno had started to shrink. Mista was afraid of Buccellati finding out he fucked up and couldn’t protect the newbie, so he insisted on putting Giorno in his pocket in case Bruno was watching, then he might think Giorno was just getting other groceries somewhere else (Bruno sent the two out as a bonding activity to prevent any future peer-pressure piss-drinking, so Giorno was to spend time with each and every one of the group boys at some point). The shrinking Giorno pointed out that Mista did not in fact have pockets, and he was not about to be put down Mista’s pants. So that’s how he got into his current situation.
Giorno thought he would instantly fall out Mista’s crop top but it was actually pretty easy to just sit between his fat tits. The hard part for a little while was trying not to die being squeezed as Mista chased Formaggio down the street, until Giorno started shrinking to the point where the risk of being suffocated was the same as falling out of Mista’s top now.
Soon the thundering of Mista’s heartbeat and Mista’s yelling profanities at Formaggio faded into nothing, and Giorno felt a sensation that he could only guess was an out-of-body experience as he lost purchase on the boobies. He literally couldn’t feel his body at this point, but he knew he was floating around, almost weightless. No, now he’s completely weightless. He sees patterns and things looking like what you might see on a high-power microscope whiz by. Giorno has no idea what the fuck is going right now but he’s not gonna complain. He enjoys the strange structures he sees. He sees Ant-Man, Ant-Man says hi, he says hi back, and Giorno keeps floating.
After what feels like an eternity, Giorno’s feet touch a soft surface. He’s in a milky white, hazy space, almost like it’s lined with clouds and he realizes with a start that he was being held bridal style. He must have lost consciousness in that weird void.
“I gotchu bro,” says the voice behind him.
Giorno turns around and he’s suddenly looking at a strange yellow creature. It looks like a stand, but it's unfamiliar to Giorno at this moment. It’s got big eyes that have no pupils or irises, just pure white, and the shape of its head vaguely resembles a bullet. It could be a Minion, Giorno guesses. It’s wearing a white toga with a strawberry cake pattern across it. There's a number 4 on the creature's forehead.
“Welcome, to Mista’s brain. My name is Stinky Kyle, I am his braincell. I am an intellectual with IQ 152.”
The white haze surrounding them blows away, revealing that they’re in a fancy library of some sort, mostly dark but lit with a few lamps, giving off a classy vibe.
“Uh I think the 152 IQ belongs to Fugo actually”
“No I have an IQ of 152”
“Ok”
“U r rong”
“Ok”
Giorno looks around the library and tries to read some of the titles, some examples being “How To Suck Titties Like A Gentleman,” and “How To Smash Puss (or Buss) Like The Frat Star You Are: Getting Your Rocks Off Without Looking Like A Total Geed.” There’s a poster that says “Stop Racism. Please.” on a space on the wall.
Stinky Kyle opens up a diary/journal near him with the words “Crackhead things to ask/say to the gang” scrawled across the front of it.
“Giorno, which came first, the chicken or the egg?”
“Uh...the chegg.”
“What do you think of raisins?”
“What now?"
“Hmm I think we’ll get along nicely. Anyway, I think we’re done getting Formaggio so I think our time together has come to a close. Thanks for visiting.”
Sonic the Hedgehog comes in through the previously nonexistent door and Stinky Kyle jumps up from his bisexual flag-colored beanbag chair. “NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN,” and Sonic proceeds to roll around the room after yelling “WHAT THE FUCK IS OATMEAL” and “Let’s Beyblade” reverberates through the brain library. “MISTA STOP LOOPING THE BEYBLADE SOUNDTRACK EVERY DAY GODDAMMIT”
Giorno begins to grow in size and the sound of Mista yelling the Beyblade theme becomes increasingly audible. Giorno’s afraid that he might resize in a bad place and he kinda does, resizing back in Mista’s crop top and it rips, leaving Giorno toppling onto the ground. Mista leaps over Giorno and keeps after Formaggio, who’s running less fast now because Mista shot him in the left asscheek, resulting in him getting distracted and stopping his stand ability enough for Giorno to grow back to normal size.
“PICKING UP SPEED RUNNING OUT OF TIME, GOING HEAD TO HEAD IT’S THE WAY OF LIFE, YOU GOTTA FALL, DOWN, EAT GROUND TO GET BACK UP AGAIN, LET’S BEYBLAAAAADE!”
I have no idea how to end this thing so there ya go