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~A/N: Listen As You Read! www.youtube.com/watch?v=YD592G… ~

ONCE UPON A TIME, there lived a lovely young lad by the name of Armin Arlert -or Majestic Fucking Eagle was his stage name- who was a butt model for a very large and rich company in New York, to shamelessly promote underwear that made men's asses look like bubbles. Needless to say, Armin didn't ever have to wear the product since his ass was already so hot and fine, and the underwear didn't work anyway, so really, they were just selling regular boxers to men who thought their butts would end up like the blondes. Was there a person who could see through the fraud? POSSIBLY! But B.P.A (Butt Protective Agency) made sure that whenever someone gazed at Armin's butt they automatically were convinced of the product.

On the other hand, Armin was a pretty shy dude despite his hella fine ass of his that liked to shimmy its way downtown and shit like that, but after taking up modeling when all of the colleges he attended said he was WAY TOO INTELLIGENT TO BE IN ANYTHING he became more confident and happy.

THAT WAS UNTIL ONE FATEFUL DAY.....

WHEN ARMIN AND HIS LARGE JUICY ASS HAD REACHED THEIR LIMIT.....

Anywhoosles, you were Armin's photographer and lover, so you basically got to spend time with his fantastic personality and AMAZING ASS 24/7 'round the clock all day 'erry day. At this particular moment, you were fixing up your camera equipment and all that junk while Armin was in his dressing room, you assumed, getting into his outfit before the shoot. Yet, as you were about to call him out, he burst through the entrance door in a flurry screeching in fright. He grasped your shoulders and shook your furiously while screeching "THEY FOUND ME OUT, THEY GONNA GET THE BOOTY"

"Armin, Armin, calm down!" you said, pushing him away gently. "What's going on?"

He was panting heavily as he attempted to catch his breath, coughing every now and then as he set his hands on his hips. "I was at Starbucks, pretending to be a trashy white ass hoe while I got my daily Pumpkin Spice Latte, and one of the guys behind me noticed my booty and started yelling at me about the underwear and how it didn't work, this angry brunette dude with green eyes and his homo boyfriend with a horseface also saying that his butt was still flat aND THEY CHASED ME HERE I LOCKED THE DOOR BEHIND ME WHAT DO I DO?!" Armin screeched, falling dramatically to the floor.

"Okay first of all you're telling me you went to Starbucks and you didn't get me anything-"

"(Name)!!"

"ARMIN, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO TWERK FOR THEM, SHAKE THAT ASS FOR THEM UNTIL THEY ARE HYPNOTIZED BY ITS BEAUTY, OR SHOULD I SAY IT'S BOOTY-"

"THIS IS NO TIME FOR PUNS"

"I CAN HEAR THEM AT THE DOOR JUST DO IT"

Just as the words slipped past your lips, the door was broken down by two nerds who you later found out went by the names Eren and Jean. You hurriedly ran over to the boombox that magically appeared and pressed the play button so a sick beat dropped and Armin dropped hella low and started twerking his booty off. And not to brag, but the two nerds were pretty much in A TRANCE BY HIS FINE ASS. LIKE THEIR MOUTHS WERE OPEN AND EVERYTHING AND THEY LOOKED VERY HAPPY AND OKIE DOKIE WITH LIFE.

Once they passed out due to the sheer awesomeness of Armin's booty, you locked them both in the closet and booty-bumped Armin, in which his ass power was too strong and he knocked you into the wall where you broke your two of your ribs because his booty game strong. So after you demanded to go to the hospital, Armin said okay but you guys went to Starbucks first and got some PSLs and then lived happily after ever with the exception of your bruised side.

THE END